Every Time She Closed Her Eyes

When she was just a girl, she expected the world. But it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise, every time she closed her eyes.

When she was just a girl, she expected the world. But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth.
Life goes on, gets so heavy. The wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear a waterfall. In the night, the stormy night, she'd close her eyes. In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly and dreams of paradise.
So lying underneath the stormy skies, she'd say, "I know the sun will set to rise, this could be paradise."