Does summer nights seem long ago. She’s dreaming back, before the snow. She closes her eyes and see all clear, before the darkness before the fear. Why work so hard when you could just be free? But they don’t see the world she sees. It is her home, but it’s OK to dream about to fly away. She will come back, y’all will see, because this girl belongs to me.
I am her home, I am a tribe, I am her sky, her day and night. She’s living there but I am here, with open arms to save her tears. I showed her rivers, I showed her mires, I showed her life and all desires. I grew her up, I am her home, but if she wants, I let her go.