Over Mirror Lake
morning sun rose...

Where were you when the ship went down
high winds and a rough sea...

What if I had a million dollars
Two? Three? Two hundred Fifty Four...

What inspiration what beauty what worth
April the giraffe has finally given birth...

It doesn't hurt much
to not have enough...

Unpolished and living
in poverty...

I hear the music when I lie in bed,
I want to sleep but it fills my head...

I woke up today in ruin
Oh I woke up in ruin...

I've looked everywhere and I can't seem to find
the childlike quality I left behind...

Hidden
Away...