Her head sits in a state it rings approximately true to one on mine
but more front and centre
She's what becomes a legend most with memories such as hers
Diarized inside the cage there's no escape
Only inches of clean air
Breathing the best that she knows how
Breathing the best that she knows how to breathe

She's so in love with the great escape it's all around her hopes
and in her dreams of one day just transporting
Where would all the young girls go?
Would they wander around like me?
I wish I knew of a better place
a kinder place, a more gentler place