She felt so high, the dust made her cry.
She knew she could fly like a bird,
But when she said 'please raise the roof higher' nobody heard
They never noticed a word.
The light bulbs burn, her fingers will learn.
Why should it feel like a crime,
If I want to be with you all the time?
Why is it measured in hours?
We should make our own time.
You're welcome in mine.
