She wanted explosions
And passion and fervor
And the people below her, they shook their heads
At her silly little heart
That wanted so much
Down here,
They all said
We dont have that kind of luck
And still, the day called for some occasion
She wanted to open her mouth and let out
Something absolutely amazing
Something beautiful like youd only see in
Well, nothing.
Nothing here.
And she replied
Luck isnt real, luck isnt real
They laughed.
They laughed as dust gathered like a
White styrofoam snowstorm
On the window panes of her hopes
And still, and still there was a little light
Some small golden memory of what once was
A hole in the glass!
Oh sweet air
And there, a boy, waiting
With a dandelion
Waiting to blow up her dreams
To such great proportions
And the people below they saw
And they cried
Oh how beautiful!
Like paper cranes, they are beautiful!
Fragile things take flight.
And she turned to him saying,
Please,
Return to sender.
Return my dreams to their sender.
And Oh, oh what an explosion there was that night.
I love you I love you I love you.
<3