She walks with her head tilted low you can't know
They love her well but not with their heads missing lens
Fine wine; let her breathe
Thoughts you can't conceive
Let her breathe
Starless badluck sky with her dreams held up oh so high
Time is always late never punctual just stray
Fine wine; let her breathe
Thoughts you can't conceive
Let her breathe
Figure trapped in marble stone she only sees a rock
Oh must I speak before I leave of one that loved herself too wisely but not well
Fine wine; let her breathe
Thoughts you can't conceive
Let her breathe