Because when she came down,
She had dust on her hands from the sky,
She felt so high, the dust made her cry.

She knew she could fly like a bird,
But when she said 'please raise the roof higher' nobody heard,
They never noticed a word,
The light bulbs burn, her fingers will learn.

Why should it feel like a crime?
If I want to be with you all the time.
Why is it measured in hours?
You should make your own time, you're welcome in mine