She wasn't the type to let herself notice.
She was never the one who'd be invited to dance.
She'd rather feel like disturbing.
She may have wanted to break everything.
She lived further, in the opposite street.
I am sure you have already met her.
Her face was transparent like summer
But she always looked bored.
She wanted to touch the sun.
Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep
And clouds make sparks
On honey ponds, and my tears entangle.
I've always known she was going up in smoke.
She'd have given everything to make herself forget.
One morning, silently, she ran away
And left, tiptoeing.
She had decided not to worry anymore.
It was the end of the winter, but she didn't care.
At the edge of the dock, she softly jumped.
Her hair floated slowly in the water.
She wanted to touch the sun.
Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep
And clouds make sparks
On honey ponds, and my tears entangle.
She had decided not to worry anymore.
It was the end of the winter, but she didn't care.
At the edge of the dock, she softly jumped.
Her hair floated slowly in the water.
She wanted to touch the sun.
Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep
And clouds make sparks
On honey ponds, and my tears entangle.
She wanted to touch the sun.
Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep
And clouds make sparks
On honey ponds, and my tears entangle.
She wanted to touch the sun.
Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep.
She wasn't the type to let herself notice. She was never the one who'd be invited to dance. She'd rather feel like disturbing. She may have wanted to break everything. She lived further, in the opposite street. I am sure you have already met her. Her face was transparent like summer But she always looked bored.
She wanted to touch the sun. Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep And clouds make sparks On honey ponds, and my tears entangle.
I've always known she was going up in smoke. She'd have given everything to make herself forget. One morning, silently, she ran away And left, tiptoeing. She had decided not to worry anymore. It was the end of the winter, but she didn't care. At the edge of the dock, she softly jumped. Her hair floated slowly in the water.
She wanted to touch the sun. Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep And clouds make sparks On honey ponds, and my tears entangle.
She had decided not to worry anymore. It was the end of the winter, but she didn't care. At the edge of the dock, she softly jumped. Her hair floated slowly in the water.
She wanted to touch the sun. Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep And clouds make sparks On honey ponds, and my tears entangle. She wanted to touch the sun. Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep And clouds make sparks On honey ponds, and my tears entangle. She wanted to touch the sun. Nothing will be the same, lost in her sleep.