And she's dancing in a storm
And her hair is dripping wet
she's smiling thru the pain
while lighting another cigarette

And she's looking at the clouds
While dreaming of the sun
she's consumed by the arts
cuz it's the only way she can run

without actually leaving home
without having to get on a train
the sight of the horizon makes the
dopamine rush wild in her brain

And she's dancing in a storm
And her hair is dripping wet
she's smiling thru the pain
cuz this ain't the worse the world can get

- 1.7.22//2:59 pm