Christine is like a dreamy diary entry from someone who feels slightly tilted in a too-straight world. With images of the sky dripping onto her hands and gold dust on her face, Christine paints the picture of an outsider who can’t quite stand upright, yet keeps her chin high anyway. The lyrics mix vulnerability (tears blamed on the wind) with playful rebellion (doing make-up with bright-red mercurochrome) to show how we invent quirky rituals to protect our soft spots.
At its heart, the song is a celebration of fluid identity: folding yourself like origami, trying on masks, pretending to understand life’s cryptic colors, and still shining through the confusion. By repeating “Je ne tiens pas debout,” she admits she’s wobbly, but each chorus sounds more like a proud anthem than a cry for help. Christine invites listeners to dance with their own contradictions, proving that feeling out of place can be the first step to claiming your unique throne.