She wanders down through the shelves
Fingers trailing over spines
Every step she takes brings her closer to
Her own heaven where none can follow

She wanders up along the stream
Following rootlets and hints of green
The trees whisper around secrets
That lead her to
Paradise

And she sings to the rain
And she sings to the stars
And she sings for the pain
And she sings for what is ours

She wanders down the empty road
Sun dancing ahead of her through the sky
Following the clouds as they turn to gold
She aims for Heaven - she dreams
That she can fly

And she cries with the rain
And she flies among the stars
And she cries from the pain
And she fights for what is ours

There in the emptiness where she dreads to look
Is what she courts with the reading of every book
Hiding in the mirror every time she looks there
Is the spirit of her madness waiting
Waiting there

And she sings to the rain
And she sings to the stars
And she sings for the glory
And she sings of what is ours

She wanders down along the misty paths
Where none can follow
Her footsteps lost
In her
Paradise

-sin sin-