Smokey Taboo - Cocorosie

I like to look up wild at an infinite sky,
Twinkling with diamonds.
It's true I get depressed,
In fancy hotel rooms,
Undressed with nothing to flaunt,
But my loneliness.
Thinking of the night song of your hair,
Premature as evening falls it calls to me,
Interrupted by the sirens in the street.