She loves to drive too fast but it's a planet full of traffic
lights wrapped up in daddy'eyes all in the shade of a misplaced kiss
she burns like a star in a heaven posessed let the rain wash away what
the moonlight fails to bless.
Tomorrow she come tomorrow she goes rings on her fingers bells on her toes
empty pockets full of dreams paperboats and moonbeams
she burns like a star like a star.
Round and round and round she goes and where she stops nobody knows.