Aim the canyons
dig the ditches...

Surrounded by the hated
they criticize...

Running in circles
always hitting...

I stand in front
of the mirror...

This dreamy wish
of happy ending...

She's stock to a water fountain
just can't get out...

In an instant i hear a great boom
i'm pressed to the floor...

Don't have to be a friend
don't have to be a girlf...

Crammed in a Phone booth
with people who fell in her trap...

She's dressed and blushed.
Now she's practicing talking to the mirror...

Come and fly with me
I'm not meant...

She speaks an unknown language
her eyes are blurred...