Got my brain get to the ballerina in the rain Came out as phantasm from an Empty sky To call to things I knew before Wrote in my role to play
Good becomes better Don’t miss a single thing Deaf becomes easy The easiest task Is truckle to defeat
Don’t let me stick away I will nothing more That to be part of your ballet Please don’t let me go away I want to be the star in your ballet now
With soaking hair in the street Watching the midnight sun go down Taking time to figure out Should I cover up or let the door out Melodies play in my head Matching every movement of the dance Waking up when the curtains close Watching you