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, it gets so heavy. The wheel breaks the butterfly. Every tear a waterfall. In the night, the stormy night she'll close her eyes. In the night, the stormy night away she'd fly. And dreams of paradise. And so lying underneath those stormy skies, she'd say, "Oh, I kno the sun must set to rise." This could be paradise.