Can you get me out?
Trash TV
From the garbage hunt
From the prison of the telephone
From the asocial network
a ce vide immoral
Influence placements
Amidst the surrounding banalities
Wonder soup
Even at the cost of absence
Look what I'm giving
To my prison of emptiness
Refrain :
Look at what I am
in that smile, a like
Until I give in
To the mirages of the wind
Will you be able to make me rich?
From this horizon of the worst
From an era in bellows
From a flirtation to a memory
Of a chaste truth
Pure decadence
From a freedom embrace
To the prison within these walls
The Madness of Men
Futile folly
Look what I'm giving
To my prison of emptiness
Just a little smile
Refrain :
Look at what I am
in that smile, a like
Until I give in
To the mirages of the wind
Will you be able to make me rich?
From this horizon of the worst
To the immaculate face
Just a little bit, it doesn't matter
For the benefit of the wind
Can you describe me?
In the infinitely small
From this glimmer of hope
So that I can shine again
The scent of an object
Until I die of silence
In the intimacy of suffering
Of my missed opportunities
Refrain :
Look at what I am
in that smile, a like
Until I give in
To the mirages of the wind
Will you be able to make me rich?
From this horizon of the worst
In the slightest arrogance
From my own submission
Look what I'm giving
To my prison of nothingness
Just a little impression
To fill all this void
Just a little illusion
To divine grandeur
Look at what I am
In my prison of emptiness
A little more subdued
Every single day that God makes
A little more subdued
From my reality
A little more subdued
From my reality
Solo guitar :
Refrain :
Look at what I am
in that smile, a like
Until I give in
To the mirages of the wind
Will you be able to make me rich?
From this horizon of the worst
Ouh ouh ouh ouh
Yeah yeah yeah you
Yeah yeah yeah you
Jeff Fontana 
