The windows of my soul...
You are subtle as a windowpane...
I am walking out in the rain...
They told you your music...
Squint your eyes and look closer...
I heard the sound of your bike...
Guess there's something wrong with me...
You start trippin' and I start slippin' away...
In a coffee shop, in a city...
You were fresh off the boat from Virginia...
This is my cowgirl alter-ego...
I'm holding here a book...
Us people... are just poems...
I am an all-powerful Amazon warrior...
In a forest of stone...
She says my ass hurts when I sit down...
I cannot name this, I cannot explain this...
Think I'm going for a walk now...
Don't ask me why i'm crying...
I do it for the joy it brings...
