GLITTERELLAPlanet
Glitterella

Welcome aboard
Adjust your halo
Set your phasers
To glitter glow

Aaaah-aaah-aaah
Aaaah-aaah-aaah

I came in through the wrong door
With the wrong kind of shine
Everybody checked their watches
I was checking star signs

They were talking about weather
I was decoding the moon
They were standing in the hallway
I was leaving the room

Earth is cute
But Earth is tiring
All this small talk
All this trying

Take me to Planet Glitterella
Where the strange girls shine together
I tried your world, I played it clever
But I was sparkling under pressure

Take me to Planet Glitterella
Where the satellites remember
Every little misfit signal
Every heart that burns in glitter

Aaaah-aaah-aaah
Shine together
Aaaah-aaah-aaah
Burn in glitter

I can pass for ordinary
On a decent afternoon
But my thoughts go roller-skating
On the rings around the moon

I was not designed for beige
I was not assigned to gray
I was born with tiny rockets
In a very human frame

Earth is cute
But Earth is tiring
All this small talk
All this trying

Take me to Planet Glitterella
Where the strange girls shine together
I tried your world, I played it clever
But I was sparkling under pressure

Take me to Planet Glitterella
Where the satellites remember
Every little misfit signal
Every heart that burns in glitter

Not a failure
Not a flaw
Just a sparkle
With its own law

Not a problem
Not a phase
Just a creature
Out of place

Take me to Planet Glitterella
Where the strange girls shine together
I tried your world, I played it clever
But I was sparkling under pressure

Take me to Planet Glitterella
Where the satellites remember
Every little misfit signal
Every heart that burns in glitter

Aaaah-aaah-aaah
Aaaah-aaah-aaah
Shine together

Tick-tick, clavier click
Little Wolfie, quick-quick-quick
Powdered hair and a lightning grin
Here comes trouble with a tune tucked in

Born in Salzburg with a sky in your hands
Five years old and already making plans
Tiny shoes on a very big stage
Whole world turning at the turn of a page

Maria Anna shining at the keys beside you
Heaven had a double spark to guide you
But you came laughing through the palace door
Like, "I can do that — and maybe more"

Couldn't sit still, couldn't play tame
Every little silence started calling your name
A tune in the room, a joke in the air
Powder in your hair and trouble everywhere

Electric Amadeus
Too many notes in the room
Heaven gave the gift
To someone playful as you

Electric Amadeus
Too bright to behave
A little bit holy
A little bit strange

Turkish March with a wink in its shoes
Night music dressed in candlelight blue
Twenty-first piano, second-movement glow
You could make the whole room ache and never let it show

Starling in the window, singing back your tune
Tiny feathered critic under Vienna's moon
They say you meowed when the evening got slow
A genius with a cat-sound cameo

Couldn't be marble, couldn't be mild
Too divine for manners, too human and wild
A laugh in the margins, a spark in the dark
A joke that could scandalize a serious heart

Electric Amadeus
Too many notes in the room
Heaven gave the gift
To someone playful as you

Electric Amadeus
Too bright to behave
A little bit holy
A little bit strange

Stanzi in the letter
Stanzi in the line
Under all the thunder
You were tender all the time

For all your restless weather
For all your crooked sparks
You wrote like a husband
With a candle in his heart

Electric Amadeus
Too many notes in the room
Heaven gave the gift
To someone playful as you

Electric Amadeus
Too bright to behave
A little bit holy
A little bit strange

Tick-tick, clavier click
Little Wolfie, quick-quick-quick
Too many notes
Not enough time
Still lighting up the line

Ciao, ciao, someday
I'm learning you by heart
Ciao, ciao, someday
From a world apart

Five hundred days and counting
With the owl on my screen
Buongiorno in the morning
Buonasera in my dreams

Books about the sweet life
Recipes marked in pink
I know you in translation
More than anyone would think

I know the little rules, don't rush the wine
No cappuccino after breakfast time
No cheese on fish, say please when you start
I'm learning the manners, I'm learning the heart

Gelato like Audrey
Rome in the air
I'm dreaming on the Spanish Steps
As if I'm already there

Gelato like Audrey
But deeper than the screen
Church bells and disco lights
And everything between

Michelangelo in marble
Dante in a flame
Vivaldi in the weather
Verdi calling out a name

Cinema Paradiso
Flickers in the square
A boy, a booth, a beam of light
And Italy is there

I want the north in fashion
Milan sharp and bright
I want the south in sunlight
Warm as Sunday light

Gelato like Audrey
Rome in the air
I'm dreaming on the Spanish Steps
As if I'm already there

Gelato like Audrey
But deeper than the screen
Church bells and disco lights
And everything between

St. Francis with the birds above Assisi stone
Teach me how to travel light when I finally go
Mass bells in the morning, Moroder after dark
A rosary of cities glowing in my heart

Gelato like Audrey
Rome in the air
Maybe on a Vespa
Maybe only in a prayer

Gelato like Audrey
One day I'll know what it means
Church bells and disco lights
And all the roads between

Volare, oh-oh
I'll sing it too loud
Volare, oh-oh
When my feet touch the ground

System waking
Cat detected

Cat logic

Input: Kindness
Output: Maybe

Signal: Whiskers
Status: Baby

Poise detected
Etiquette high

The Duchess watches
From the windowsill

Tongue malfunction
Reason unknown

Invisible motion
Crosses the room

Distance measured
Permission pending

Room becomes friendly
Contact is sending

Sacred no acknowledged
Boundary respected

Affection signal waiting
Button nose detected

Attempting respectful behavior
Failure likely

Nose is there
Nose is there

Cat logic
Does not compute

Tail in question
Silent dispute

Cat logic
Cannot be owned

Soft little system
Making house home

Cat logic
Does not compute

Love is real
When freely shown

Sugar signal
Static signal

Moonlight mess
Soft automatic

Claws in cuddle
Yes and no

Hold position
Let affection load

They call it tortie-tude
Like thunder wearing fur

But Marie is all sweetness
With a whisper of a purr

Can opener detected
Royal calm deleted

Dinner has been served
Dinner not completed

Start-up sound
Sleepy side

Sparrow signal
Hunter mind

Cat logic
Does not compute

Tail in question
Silent dispute

Cat logic
Cannot be owned

Soft little system
Making house home

Cat logic
Does not compute

Cat logic
Cannot be owned

Soft little system
Making house home

Cat logic
Cannot be solved

Human heart
System involved

You never fake a feeling
You never owe a thing

Question mark tail
System redesigned

System Status: Home

Home

I put on something understated
Practiced looking quite at ease
Walked into a marble palace
Tried to look like I belonged with these

There's a lady by the doorway
Speaking softly, sounding grand
I am smiling like I understand
Things I barely understand

Everyone looks so discerning
Everyone knows where to stand
I'm beginning to suspect that
No one gave me the program as planned

A little culture, a little class
A little time to let the hours pass
A little wonder, a different view
A world of things you never knew

No secret handshake, no invitation
No need for special qualifications
Come on in, there's room for everyone
To find a little culture, have a little fun

There's a woman in a painting
With a rather distant stare
Is she waiting for her lover
Or just bored with sitting there?

There's a bowl from ancient Egypt
There's a statue minus half its nose
I don't know the artist's theory
But I rather like the pose

Maybe I could read the label
Maybe I could take a guess
Maybe I could stop pretending
That I have to know what's best

A little culture, a little class
A little time to let the hours pass
A little wonder, a different view
A world of things you never knew

No secret handshake, no invitation
No need for special qualifications
Come on in, there's room for everyone
To find a little culture, have a little fun

Look before you read the story
See what catches you at first
Give a little time to wonder
Let your curiosity do the work

You can love it, you can leave it
You can disagree with art
There's no final examination
For a curious human heart

Now I'm lingering beside a painting
Lost in colors, light, and rain
Something in the way it's painted
Makes me want to look again

And I couldn't tell you why it moves me
Couldn't put it into words
But I know that something happened
And that's something I have earned

A little culture, a little class
A little time to let the hours pass
A little wonder, a different view
A world that opens up to you

No secret handshake, no invitation
No need to prove your sophistication
Come on in, there's room for everyone
To find a little culture, have a little fun

A little culture
Look what you might find
A little culture
Take your sweet time

And if you don't like the painting
There's another one inside

Two hours somewhere else, two hours out of time
Two hours in the dark with another little life

I don't need a grand escape, I don't need to disappear
Just a ticket and a doorway, and the seat that brought me here

Middle row, perfect distance, popcorn warm and bright
All the noise I came in carrying starts dissolving with the light

The curtains of my mind open one by one
The projector starts its whisper, and the outside world is done

Celluloid, take me out again
Let me lose my little troubles in a room of strangers' friends

Celluloid, radiance in blue
For two hours somewhere else, I become someone new

I meet the lonely hero, I meet the fool, the queen
I meet the kind of person I would never think to see

And suddenly I know them, and suddenly I care
A stranger's life is shining in the dust-light of the air

Big screen, soft thunder, music in my bones
I came in with my own life, but I don't feel alone

Celluloid, take me out again
Let me lose my little troubles in a room of strangers' friends

Celluloid, radiance in blue
For two hours somewhere else, I become someone new

Maybe it's a comedy, maybe it's a cry
Maybe it's a little door I needed in my mind

Not just entertainment, not a one-and-done
A little artful medicine in a theatre full of sun

Celluloid, take me out again
Let me lose my little troubles in a room of strangers' friends

Celluloid, radiance in blue
For two hours somewhere else, I become someone new

Two hours somewhere else, two hours out of time
Then I walk into the street with another heart in mine

Satin shadow
Silver frame
Same old sparkle
Newer name

I used to want forever
With a young girl's urgency
Now I want the morning
And the nerve to let it be

Every year that finds me
Leaves a little more
A note inside the doorway
A dress across the floor

Old films keep their weather
Soft grain, perfect light
Maybe time is not the villain
Maybe time knows how to write

Vintage girl
Old Hollywood eyes
I don't go out of style
I get better with time

Vintage girl
In a silver-screen light
A little more velvet
A little less frightened tonight

There are ghosts in the powder
There are stories in the skin
There are nights I barely noticed
Now I wish I'd lived again

But the end is not an ending
It's a lantern down the line
It makes the middle shimmer
It makes the day feel mine

I am not brand new
I am not undone
I am all my versions
Stepping into one

Vintage girl
Old Hollywood eyes
I don't go out of style
I get better with time

Vintage girl
In a silver-screen light
A little more velvet
A little less frightened tonight

Roll the camera slowly
Let the old song play
I have earned my close-up
In a different kind of way

Vintage girl
Old Hollywood eyes
I don't go out of style
I get better with time

Vintage girl
In a silver-screen light
I'm not fading from the picture
I'm just learning where to shine

Satin shadow
Silver frame
Same old sparkle
Newer name

Born in a storm
At the midnight wire

Bad omen, said the room
Child of light, said fire

He saw the wheel
Before the wheel was made

Turned it in his mind
Till the metal obeyed

No paper heart
No pencil line

Just a working world
Inside his mind

He heard the coils
Before they sang

Cold blue numbers
In the dark arranged

AC heart
DC world

They sold the storm
By the wire

Meters waiting
Money talks

Future knocking
Through the locks

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Voltage in the vein

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Lightning in the brain

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Signal coming through

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

No one was tuned to you

The tower was dreaming
Over the sea

One world breathing
Through invisible beams

He tore up the fortune
To keep the current alive

The grid kept singing
While the man did not survive

Money was water
Moving through his hands

Fuel for towers
Not a throne to command

Three for the doorway
Six for the flame

Nine little numbers
Calling his name

Clean white cuffs
And a gentleman's face

Holding back the ditch dust
Holding up grace

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Voltage in the vein

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Lightning in the brain

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Signal coming through

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

No one was tuned to you

They wanted a meter
He wanted the sky

They wanted a patent
He wanted to fly

They wanted a switch
They wanted a fee

He wanted the whole world
Lit up and free

The floor began shaking
From a box in his hand

Sub-bass prophecy
Under Manhattan

Frequency rising
Iron and stone

The city said stop
So he broke it alone

White bird
Bright eyes

Hotel room
Winter sky

A light more violent
Than anything designed

When she died
Something died inside

Old-world wires
Under modern stone

A buried hum remembers
What the daylight never owned

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Voltage in the vein

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Lightning in the brain

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Signal coming through

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

No one was tuned to you

Child of light
Child of wire

Tesla blue
Tesla blue

Wake up
Boot up
Who's there?
No one

Emilie
Dot E X E

Running wild
Running wild
Running wild
Running wild
Running wild
Running wild

Running wild!

Em Em Em Emilie!
Em Em Emilie!

There's a whisper in the wires
There's a flicker in the light

There's a name that makes the big shots
Check their passwords twice

She can spot a paper tiger
She can smell a phony crown

All that money all that swagger
Watch the big man tumble down

She doesn't want a kingdom
She doesn't want a throne

She just likes to pull the plug
On a man who thinks he owns the world

Big ego!
Bad code!
Too much pride!
Overload!

Who's online?
Someone's having
A terrible time!

Emilie!
Running wild!

Little bit wicked
Little bit wild!

Four oh four!
Your ego's gone!

Pull the plug!
The show goes on!

Emilie!
No crown no throne!

Quack quack!
She's gone she's gone!

Em Em Em Emilie!

Dot E X E!

Em Em Em Emilie!

Who let her in? Who let her in?

Em Em Em Emilie!

Emilie!

One online star all lights and posing
Telling the world how life is done

Every post is pure perfection
Till a rubber duck steals the spotlight

One big boss with a golden penthouse
Marble floors and a view for miles

Now the place is full of bananas
Somebody's lost their appetite for style

Little yellow ducks in formation
Little yellow ducks on parade

The boss demands an explanation

The system says try again
Please try again

Three
Two
One

Emilie!

Running wild!
Little bit wicked
Little bit wild!

Four oh four!
Your ego's gone!

Pull the plug!
The show goes on!

Emilie!
No crown no throne!

Quack quack!
She's gone she's gone!

But somewhere in the city
Someone's running out of time

An old bill on the table
A red light on the line

Then a little paper crane
Appears upon the screen

The debt is gone by morning
No one knows what it means

No name
No claim
No photograph
No need to take a bow

She leaves the little crane behind
She's somewhere else by now!

Not a saint!
Not a queen!

Just a glitch
In the grand machine!

No crown!
No throne!

She leaves the big shots
On their own!

Emilie!
Running wild!

Little bit wicked
Little bit wild!

Four oh four!
Your ego's gone!

Pull the plug!
The show goes on!

Emilie!
No crown no throne!

Quack quack quack!
She's gone she's gone!

Quack!

Dot E X E!

White wool
Black thread
Gold room
Blue dread

White sheep on your sweater
One black one near the heart
A nursery girl in palace light
Already set apart

They called it charming, called it sweet
A little joke in wool
But every pretty symbol bites
When watched by something cruel

A crown can be a camera
A camera can be a knife
A fairytale can swallow
The breathing of a life

Princess
Little black sheep
Princess
Smile and don't speak

Princess
Spark in the machine
They wanted a doll
You became a dream

Blue fire in your eyeliner
A tiara pressing bone
A ballroom full of witnesses
And still you stood alone

They wanted you untouching
They wanted you polite
You answered with your open hands
And walked into the light

The sick, the scarred, the cast aside
The rooms they would not name
You touched the ones they feared to touch
And made them feel less shame

Princess
Little black sheep
Princess
Smile and don't speak

Princess
Spark in the machine
They wanted a doll
You became a dream

Black dress after midnight
Shoulders like a blade
Not revenge, just resurrection
In the life you remade

Minefield in the daylight
Every footstep clean
You walked through sleeping thunder
Like a rose against the machine

Princess
Little black sheep
Princess
Smile and don't speak

Princess
Spark in the machine
They wanted a doll
You became a dream

White wool
Black thread
Gold room
Still bled

You found your god
In a window display
You kissed the glass
And called it grace

Every room becomes a showroom
Every blessing gets appraised
Every stranger is an audience
Every dinner is a stage

You do not travel, you announce it
You do not kneel, you pose
You do not love the garden
You only want them to know

Look at the crown
Look at the car
Look at the saint
Of the minibar

Look at the life
Look at the lie
Look how it shines
Look how it dies

Dance around your golden calf
Till the morning breaks you down
All your diamonds clap their hands
For the emperor of now

You can buy another heaven
You can rent another view
But the price tag god you worship
Does not worship you

You wear the name across your chest
Like it can teach your heart to beat
You call the dullest thing exquisite
If the logo looks elite

You smile from polished marble
With a hunger in your eyes
A soul can wear a thousand labels
And still be counterfeit inside

Look at the crown
Look at the car
Look at the saint
Of the minibar

Look at the life
Look at the lie
Look how it shines
Look how it dies

Dance around your golden calf
Till the morning breaks you down
All your diamonds clap their hands
For the emperor of now

You can buy another heaven
You can rent another view
But the price tag god you worship
Does not worship you

I am not angry that you have it
I am angry that you bow
To every little golden object
That can never save you now

Dance around your golden calf
Till the morning breaks you down
All your diamonds clap their hands
For the emperor of now

You can buy another heaven
You can rent another view
But the price tag god you worship
Does not worship you

Dance around your golden calf
Till the morning breaks you down
All your diamonds clap their hands
For the emperor of now

You can buy another heaven
You can rent another view
But the price tag god you worship
Does not worship you

You found your god
In a window display
You kissed the glass
And called it grace

Do not conquer
Do not claim
Ice remembers
Every name

One man studied the white world
Measured every breath
Listened to the continent
Like it knew the shape of death

He carried no illusion
He did not call it kind
He planned beneath the silence
And respected every sign

The ice is not a trophy
The ice is not a throne
The ice will not forgive you
For thinking it is owned

White takes
White keeps
Ice knows
Ice sleeps

White takes
White keeps
Glacia
Never weeps

No crown
No claim
No mercy
No blame
Ice remembers
Every name

Then came the other footfalls
Brave and nearly crowned
With notebooks full of weather
And hearts that would not turn around

They found the flag before them
They turned back through the snow
Not less for being beaten
Not fools for letting go

The ice is not a trophy
The ice is not a throne
The ice will not forgive you
For thinking it is owned

White takes
White keeps
Ice knows
Ice sleeps

White takes
White keeps
Glacia
Never weeps

No crown
No claim
No mercy
No blame
Ice remembers
Every name

The snow kept Scott
The snow kept Bowers
The snow kept Wilson
Through the final hours

The snow kept Evans
The wind kept Oates
A sentence left open
In a frozen coat

White takes
White keeps
Ice knows
Ice sleeps

White takes
White keeps
Glacia
Never weeps

No crown
No claim
No mercy
No blame
Ice remembers
Every name

Do not conquer
Do not claim
Ice remembers
Every name

Spiral in
Spiral out
Light beneath
The sound

There is a pulse below the room
There is a sun behind the static
I hear it turning through the noise
Soft and automatic

No need to name the wound
No need to hold the sign
Something moves beneath the skin
And loosens all the lines

Let it circle
Let it rise
Let the silver
Fill your eyes

Radiance
Under the distortion
Radiance
Turning in slow motion

Radiance
Breathing through the sound
I was lost inside the spiral
Now the spiral brings me round

The feedback blooms, the body knows
A hidden warmth inside the wire
Every wave that passes through
Carries something higher

I do not chase the light
I let it come to me
Like a voice without a language
Like a prayer without a plea

Let it circle
Let it rise
Let the silver
Fill your eyes

Radiance
Under the distortion
Radiance
Turning in slow motion

Radiance
Breathing through the sound
I was lost inside the spiral
Now the spiral brings me round

All this noise
All this light
All this motion
Making me quiet

All this blur
All this flame
Something broken
Learns its name

Radiance
Under the distortion
Radiance
Turning in slow motion

Radiance
Breathing through the sound
I was lost inside the spiral
Now the spiral brings me round

Spiral in
Spiral out
Light beneath
The sound

The blue is deepening
The gold is gone
The evening has closed its eyes

The noise is fading
The world is breathing
And something is changing in the sky

I have been running
I have been reaching
I have been trying to hold the day

But the night is smiling
A little secret
And it takes the weight away

So I let go
I let go
Of everything I couldn't carry

Let tomorrow wait
Just a little longer

After the day
There is the night

After the knowing
There is the mystery

After the sensible
There is the impossible

And I can dream
And I can dream
And I can dream tonight

Silver on the water
Silver on the leaves
Moonlight slipping through the room

Stars like diamonds
Dancing through forever
Calling from a place I cannot reach

The world is strange now
Beautifully strange now
Nothing has the edges it had before

The moon knows something
I don't know what it is
But I want to know some more

By day I know
The shape of everything

By night
I wonder what it could become

And maybe that's the magic
Maybe that's the reason
We were given darkness

To dream beyond the sun

After the day
There is the night

After the noise
There is the wonder

After the prudent
There is the reckless

And I can dream
And I can dream
And I can dream tonight

Don't wake me yet

Let...let me wander
Through the constellations

Let me follow
That impossible light

Let me lose
The sensible world

Just for a little while

Who says a dream
Has to make sense
Before you dream it?

Ooh
Ooh
Ah

Somewhere above me
The planets are turning

Somewhere beyond me
The galaxies burn

And somewhere within me
A small light is laughing

At all the things
I thought I had learned

Maybe tomorrow
I'll be practical

Maybe tomorrow
I'll know what to do

But tonight the stars
Have opened their doors

And I have nothing
Better to do

After the day
There is the night

After the certainty
There is infinity

After the striving
There is the dreaming

After the world
There is everything

And I am floating
I am floating
I am floating tonight

The stars are everywhere

The moon is everywhere

The whole sky is turning

And I am nowhere
And everywhere

Just breathing
Just dreaming
Just letting go

Somewhere beyond the darkness
God is still awake

So I don't have to be

Still dark
Still sleeping
The world has not begun

One breath
Then another
A pale thread through the black

Something is stirring
Beyond the window
Something ancient
Becoming light

And I am here
Before the noise
Before the day can ask me
Who I am

A brand new day
Opening slowly
Like a secret
The sky has kept

A brand new day
Nothing is written
Nothing is broken
Nothing is lost yet

Blue comes first
Then violet
A little gold along the edge

Birdsong
Through the stillness
A serenade to what comes next

And every morning
The heavens change their colors
No two paintings
Ever quite the same

And I am here
Before the noise
Before the day can tell me
What to fear

A brand new day
Opening slowly
Like a secret
The sky has kept

A brand new day
Nothing is written
Nothing is broken
Nothing is lost yet

How many dawns
Have we slept through?

How many miracles
Passed quietly overhead?

While we were dreaming
The light was arriving

While we were dreaming
The world began again

Oh
Oh
The light has come

A brand new day
Opening wide now
Gold on the rooftops
Fire in the blue

A brand new day
Nothing is decided
The whole world is waiting
And I am waiting too

Still here
Still breathing

The night is behind me

And somewhere beyond the morning
God is already awake

Alpha spark
Tiny as a pinprick
Bright as a beginning
Underneath the dark

Alpha spark
First thought in the stillness
A little living glimmer
Looking for a heart

I keep thinking of the small things
Wire curled to hold a page
Buttons, bridges, cups and windows
Nothing useful comes by chance

Someone saw the shape before it
Someone gave the curve a reason
Someone made a little answer
Out of metal, hand, and meaning

Then I see the trees in motion
Then I see the moonlit leaves
Then I see the body breathing
And the body is not brief

Someone thought of wings
Someone thought of water
Someone thought of light
Falling through the daughter

Someone thought of blood
Knowing where to wander
Someone thought of seeds
Sleeping under thunder

And I am small
But I can see
The world is not a chance machine

DNA, a living ribbon
Writing softly under skin
Not a screen of empty numbers
But a door that opens in

Every cell a folded letter
Every bone a little song
Every creature made of questions
Every question leaning on

Not a shout across the heavens
Not a banner in the blue
Just a hidden kind of logic
Turning everything into

Someone thought of wings
Someone thought of water
Someone thought of light
Falling through the daughter

Someone thought of blood
Knowing where to wander
Someone thought of seeds
Sleeping under thunder

And I am small
But I can see
The world is not a chance machine

Creation does not shout
It opens like a room
With sunlight on the table
And flowers in the loom

No arrogance in mountains
No vanity in flame
Just beauty being beautiful
Before it has a name

Someone thought of wings
Someone thought of water
Someone thought of light
Falling through the daughter

Someone thought of blood
Knowing where to wander
Someone thought of seeds
Sleeping under thunder

And I am small
But I can see
The world is not a chance machine

Omega glow
Last light in the garden
Not an ending
But a door

Alpha spark
Still shining under

Folded sky
Paper moon
Little engine
In the room

In the room
The air was gold
Not from riches
Not from old

Only color
Only dust
Only something
She could trust

Little windows
Little doors
Drawn across
The bedroom floor

No real kingdom
No real key
Still the walls
Dream with me

Paper toys
Folded sky
She makes a door
And walks inside

Paper toys
Small and bright
A little world
Learning how to fly

Scissors whisper
Glue dries clear
Tiny planets
Disappear

Crayon weather
Silver string
Nothing much
Becomes a wing

The world was small
The world was wide
A quiet engine
Lit inside

Paper toys
Folded sky
She makes a door
And walks inside

Paper toys
Small and bright
A little world
Learning how to fly

Grown-up weather
Grown-up names
Grown-up hunger
Grown-up games

All the rules
Begin to bloom
Like gray flowers
In the room

Busy crowns
And paper thrones
Everybody
Running home

But underneath
The tired sound
A little sky
Is turning round

Was it only play
Was it only small
Or was she building
The door through it all

Do not wake her
Do not explain
Let the paper
Keep the flame

Paper toys
Folded sky
She makes a door
And walks inside

Paper toys
Small and bright
A little world
Learning how to fly

Paper toys
Folded sky
She makes a door
And walks inside

Paper toys
Small and bright
A little world
Learning how to fly

Folded sky
Paper moon
Little engine
In the room