Suddenly all the magic was over
And in our cramped little house
There's no charm and there's space to spare
I'm left over in the upstairs place with no fan
Are you gonna say our prayers didn't reach the sky?
Heart that still comes to ask me what
Tell me if your face, by chance, still has my taste
With two shells in your hands
You come dressed in gold and dust
Talking in a cool way about the moon, the star
That now follows your day
And, for my poetry, that's the full stop
It's the point where I restart, retreat and say goodbye
Ballerina, lead soldier
Ballerina, lead soldier
Ballerina, lead soldier
Feels empty without your ballet
Without your reheated coffee
Lead soldier can't stand up
Feels small without your ballet
Without your reheated coffee
Lead soldier can't stand up