Из альбома: B-Side Ourselves
Well sheґs walking
Trough the clouds
With a circus mind
Thatґs running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and
fairytales
Thatґs all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
Oh, when iґm sad
She comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
Itґs alright she said
Itґs alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything..