歌词
An ordinary face stares out a window frosted, it's coldoutside
And ordinary fingers trace geometric shapes into the glass
Ordinarily her mind's at ease but on grey autumn days likethese
A question haunts and breaks the fragile peace
Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought
be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued?
Cuz the dreamer never wins, its wings must wet and withering
Give away its spirit, blown loosely in the wind
Misplaced faerie trying to and oh it cannot know where tolook
Mystical heart can't understand
Suddenly the glass flings outward, early morning air isoffered
Thick and drunk in - in by hope-starved lungs
you can blood red lips and dragon laughter,
dreams of happy ever after, too unfit for ordinary minds?
Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought
be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued?
Cuz the dreamer never wins, its wings must wet and withering
Give away its spirit, blown loosely in the wind
Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought
be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued
Cuz the dreamer never wins, its wings must wet and withering
Give away its spirit, blown loosely in the wind~
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