Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
bu*terflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairytales
That's all she ever thinks about ...
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It's alright, she says
It's alright;
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly on, little wing