You seem such a straight girl
Eyes still as stone
Figurine in the half-light
Well-bred ballerina bones
You seem to outrun us
To rise from the stone
A touch above us
Too small, too alone
There must be more than this
There must be more than this
There must be more than this
White pastel porcelain
Gathering dust
Alone and gaudy
The portrait hanging above us
There must be more than this
There must be more than this
There must be more than this
There must be more than this
One day you'll be ruined
Rough and unowned
I'm closing in on your harbor
Arms bent to command
There must be more than this
There must be more than this
There must be more than this
There must be more than this
There must be more (more) than, more than this