Aim the canyons
dig the ditches...

Surrounded by the hated
they criticize...

Running in circles
always hitting...

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

This dreamy wish
of happy ending...

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...

I stand in front
of the mirror...

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

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

In the nice calm ocean
you can feel it's heartbeats...

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