Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl Alone and content, she speaks no love Not a word of the racing hearts The feather light butterflies in her belly No whispers of fireworks illuminating her soul with but a kiss Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl Alone and content, she seeks no love She knows racing hearts bleed the most when punctured Understands that fireworks sometimes blow up in your face Leaving permanent scars in their wake She comprehends that should love cut her open She'd have to watch those wonderful, colorful butterflies flutter away While being left open to die Somewhere in this vast world sits a girl Alone and content...