A little doll resting in my hands
I'm trying to figure our a masterplan
Her glazed eyes softly comfort me
But I don't know exactly how to feel
Days on end without any sleep
And the walls are slowly closing in
Who are you?
Who brought you?
And who will you be?
The sun is out on the day we meet
A busy day on the market street
I take her up to her favorite place
She's turning seven with a smiling face
She's always looking for a higher place
Who are you?
Who brought you?
Who are you?
Who brought you?
And who will you be?
Far below the place people move like ants in the maze
Panic in their eyes they hold on to their lives
But they can't hold us as we rise
I turn to her and say: honey, could we fly to the haze
Tangled as two kites, completely intertwined
Black dots against the sky
Black dots against the sky

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