It's no longer
what it used to be, often
you are not there, not with me
darling, that's not good
because you love me

Your tendrils grow close to me
bars around my freedom, darling
that's not good for me
not good for you

You like to discover the world
by my hand, proudly
show the princess you lead
by your steady hand, as far
as you dare to go

to change and to embrace
more than you already know
but more often, you are not there
not with me, not by my side
and darling, that's not good

Don't sit there crying
like you want to die
I have delicate wings
that you hurt and bruise
darling, that's not good