Out where the dreams all hide.
Out where the wind don’t blow,
Out here the good girls die.
And the sky won’t snow
Out here the bird don’t sing
Out here the field don’t blow
Out here the bell don’t ring
Out hear the bell don’t ring
Out here the good girls die
Cinderella don’t you go to sleep, it’s a bitter form refuge. Don’t you know the kingdom is under siege?
They could do with you.
