Well, she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about...Riding with the windWhen I'm sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles
she gives to me freeIt's alright, she says,
it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
anythingFly on, little wing |
