A rare and wicked skill
To change the light or weather
No room was spared
No mood shown her mercy

I was a tireless fool
I thought I could do better
I left in flames, a paper shade
Hanging from a light

And when it came to
The wrecking ball
She swung it effortlessly
Like it had no weight at all

And when it came to her victories
The genus names of all the flowers
That were feeding off her amazing glow

I changed my master plan
I changed my friends and city
I go to sleep, I still wake up screaming

A dream so full and real
You'd think I would know better
I try to stave off a new day from rising

And when it came to
The wrecking ball
She swung it effortlessly
Like it had no weight at all

And when it came to her victories
The genus names of all the flowers
That were feeding off her amazing glow