When she's walking down the street
her hair makes waves of thunder
and the purest scent of silence fills your heart.
You'll never see her hesitate.
She always keeps it classy.
She's the kind of girl who tears your dreams apart.
The way she waves her lashes,
she's so magical and pure.
Yet so unaware that you won't see her flaws.
I bet she'll keep you captured.
Pull your body close and tie you
as if driven by a soft and distant force.
Still I've seen her high and messy,
and sometimes she's drunk and sad.
I've seen her shelter crackling,
the cuts are clean and reckless,
when it comes to it, her bruises are quite bad.
But one look into her dazzling eyes,
and it's clear for me to see
she's a million times more beautiful
than I will ever be.
She carries pain with pride,
her smile will push her forward.
She drinks cheap wine as if it was champagne.
The fabric on her body,
it swaggers to her heartbeats.
And she dreams of how one day we'll know her name.
She sees right through my lies;