What'll she look like when she opens her eyes
And sees what she wants to see
Instead of this cold mirrors lies
And all the pieces complete
She says with a sign
"I think I'm ready..."

What'll she sound like when she opens her mouth
And all the phrases sound right
As they fall out
And she says "yes" and she's not
Scared of the sound
She says she's ready

Will she be soft, will she be strong
Will she be ready to be wrong
Will she move too fast or wait too long
Will she look me in the eyes
What'll she look like, oh 

What'll it feel like when she opens her heart
And finds that there just might be
A small missing part
And whether with or without me
She has to start getting ready

What'll she look like when she opens her eyes
Will she see just what I see
Will it be a surprise to find that she hasn't changed
Her eyes are just a little bit wider now
And she's getting ready

Will she be soft, will she be strong
Will she be ready to be wrong
Will she move too fast or wait too long
Will she look me in the eyes

Will she be soft, will she be strong
Will she be ready to be wrong
Will she move too fast or wait too long
Will she look me in the eyes
What'll she look like, oh
What'll she sound like, oh
What'll she be like