She sings, her voice pained with tears which she cannot cry
For she is surrounded by death,
pain,
destruction,
despair.

She sings like a broken angel,
Who fell from heaven,
And broke her wings.

But her sweet, light-hearted song
makes the audience believe that she is
fine,
happy,
when she is broken
like a watch which cannot tick.

But when she sings, and nobody can see,
the pain that laces her voice,

And here she sings, so sweet and light,
But nobody can see the tears she cannot cry.