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…