When she was just a girl she expected the world, buy it flew away from her reach. So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise, every time she closed her eyes. When she was just a girl she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, and the bullets caught in her teeth. Life goes on, gets so heavy. The wheel breaks the butterfly, every teardrop a waterfall. In the night, the stormy night, she’d close her eyes. In the night, the stormy night, away she’d fly and dreams of PARADISE.