Love yourself as much as you can
And then love yourself however you want
And ignore whoever's always pointing the finger at you
And ignore whoever didn't get it
Even if they say it doesn't suit you
And stop always saying
That you're too old to dance
And then ask yourself how you are
How long's it been since you did?
You, who used to live by instinct
Now you barely believe in the future
You, for whom forever never exists
Who know nobody loves like we do
You, who the more you fall the faster you're back on your feet
You, who in the end still believe a little
That even when it ruffles your hair it's splendid, yeah
It feels almost like a hurdles race
You want to break the world record
Even when the finish line disappears
That keeps you prisoner for twenty years
And clinging to a photograph
Splendid, too, this moon
That you sure didn't make
Of telling everybody you now want more
That even when it ruffles your hair it's splendid, yeah
It's a kind of hurdles race
You want to break the world record
Even when everything goes to sh*t
Even if sometimes you'd like to die
How easy it is to tell yourself lies
Just thinking of it gives me chills
Even when the orchestra disappears