Run, whirlwind, run...
Further and further away
Into the sun.
In twenty minutes
Everyone will remember you when you're gone.
But your heart is a stone
Buried underneath your pretty clothes...
Don't you know people write songs about girls like you?
What will you do when something stops you?
What will you say to the world?
What will you be when it all comes crashing down on you, Little Girl?
What would you do if you lost your beauty?
How would you deal with the light?
How would you feel if nobody chased you?
What if it happened tonight?
How would you cope if the world decided to make you suffer for all that you were?
How could you dance if no one was watching and you couldn't even get off the floor?
What would you do if you couldn't even feel, not even pitiful pain?
How would you deal with the empty decisions eating away at the days?
Don't you know people write songs about girls like you?
About girls like you...
Everything you say is fire...
All the claims you lay; you liar...
Everything you say is fire...
See it in the grey, you crier...