I’ve always been the girl behind the window,
Looking at the others living,
Prisoner inside my silent bubble…
I love trees… What if I was the trees…
I am the girl behind the window,
Grazing my dreams, never living.
I feel myself like silk, so light…
Even my name seems
To never touch the ground…
I’m aerial, disembodied…
Like a perfume I’m volatile.
I’ve always been the girl behind the window…
Queen at my home, freak in the streets.
I love trees… What if I was the trees…
I am the girl behind the window,
Grazing my dreams, never living.
I am the girl behing the window…
But maybe someday
I’m gonna pull the curtain,
Open the window and fly…
And fly and fly and fly…