This is coming from within
Lost in paper stuck in pens
Ask my teachers and my friends
Is it me wide open?
Could it be?
Seems a long time ago
Mama may have shown the bone
A quick yes quickly turned no
Her milky fingers lost that ring
One more beginning from the end
My fingers trace the palms
Change directions at the thought
In the rain I found the sun
The green eyes open
One more beginning from the end
One more beginning from the end
One more beginning from the end
Burning bright
Bright like big suns
Emeralds and crowns
Burning bright
Bright like big suns
Emeralds and crowns
Burning bright
Bright like big suns
Emeralds and crowns
Emeralds and crowns