She knew she was able to fly,
Because when she came down,
She had dust on her hands from the sky
She felt so high, the dust made her cry

She knew she could fly like a bird,
But when she said 'please raise the roof higher' nobody heard
They never noticed a word
The light bulbs burn, her fingers will learn

Why should it feel like a crime,
If I want to be with you all the time?
Why is it measured in hours?
We should make our own time
You're welcome in mine