Tears are sliding down my face
Filling up the empty space
Crossing over the barriers of time
Punished for some unknown crime

Not quite sure why I’m here
All I know is that I’m lost in fear
Everything is pitch black
Maybe I should turn on back

I can’t even tell left from right
Freedom is out of sight
Turning... Turning all around
God I hope I can be found

I haven’t a clue why I’m here
I wish someone would lend a hand
I’m out of reach and I know it’s true
But I still have things to do!

I want to go for a whirl
Be a college girl
Visit Ireland
Play in a rock band

I want to jump of cliff
Become a Mrs.
Sing in the rain
Come into fame

I want to have a little girl
Comb each blond curl
Teach her to dance
Take her to France

I want to live till I die
Learn how to fly
Eat a thousand cherries.
See blessed Marys!