- cifra
Well, she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running round.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales,
That's all she ever thinks about ...
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me
with a thousand smiles.
She gives to me free.
It's alright, she said,
it's alright.
Take anything you want from me,
You can take anything, anything.
Fly on, little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing...
