They took away her music,
she gave them her eyes
and her son, who she had
because she just wanted to hold a little baby,
she gave him eyes, too;
She was an alien,
and she always kept her tiny planet
where she would have had a heart
if she was one on us;
she gave us eyes,
we took away her music.
Dancing in the dark
my nails leave deep marks in the wood
and I cry without a reason
and I sing without a reason
my arms are white, my hands are white,
and I keep watching and seeing
and crying and singing
Thank you, Lars.
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