she's sittin' on the floor with her eyes on the door
doesn't understand, but wishin' there was more
let the hair come down, let 'em skip the sleepy town
where the river runs free, without makin' a sound
where the stars shine bright, takes their breath away, that sight
lookin' down, lookin' out, oh it makes them wanna shout
and he's starin' in her eyes, but it's real, it's no surprise
and the sun is gonna rise in her eyes, no disguise
then the real world hits hard, he's comin' from afar
she's a broken glass tattered, shattered like a shard
he hasn't come home, little longer left to roam
dryin' dishes, wastin' wishes, no more paris and rome
but what's that she hears, is it music in her ears
oh so quietly their song and it dries her tears and fears
she races to the clock but the tick-tick-tock
has stopped
and she drops
to ground
she is locked
to the floor
to the door
counting
down
to
the
knock...
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