There's a girl alone in her bedroom Playing with the air In the shadows of the moon Although no one's there.
Playing with her imagination Afraid they might burst Her bubble of protection Keeping her from trust.
She doesn't share treasures Nor secrets as well Nothing brings her greater pleasure Than playing with herself.
Her universe is huge, more than the whole earth But tell me darling, will it be like this until death?
Because girl, what might become of you, Without dreams to follow? What might help you stay at peace, When you're drowning in sorrow? **What might bring you back to love When they burst your bubble?