They weren't interested in looking down
And wanted to see the stars
Run away in a snowstorm with a spoon
And take the next trip off to Mars
But something had to be written within the next act or two
And they promised her silently in the hope that they could
Keep her skin from the delicate blue

In the deep well, in the fine line
Where there is never time for books or games or silly names
The only flowers are on your dress
And I know all the rest is hidden under dolls and smiles
So take your path and I'll take mine
And when we meet again sometime
Tell me of dragons and poets and unicorns
And fighting and flying or trying
I'll wait to hear it all

In the deep well, in the fine line
Where there is never time for books or games or silly names
The only flowers are on your dress
And I know all the rest is hidden under dolls and smiles
So take your path and I'll take mine
And when we meet again sometime
Tell me of dragons and poets and unicorns
And fighting and flying or trying
I'll wait to hear it all