Found my way to the attic through a hole in your wall
Looking for trouble, as I told you, was all
Hiking past plastic fir trees and paper volcanoes
What I didn't expect to see was a tiny tornado
Tied up with wool that you carefully spun
Were letters you wrote that you read to no one
Now nothing I knew you to know could hold up a candle
Never would you say a word when you flew off the handle
I believe you but I can't tell you
Just like me, that's how your parents taught you
They took you and no one was a witness
They saw you and thought you were a princess
When you came back to Earth you had nothing to say
If you tried to explain they would take you away
But I think if I practice I'll figure it out
Close my eyes and I'll see you describing the route
There's a star, it's farther than heaven
It's where you are
And it's somewhere that you have been
When I'm awake, I'll have to have a witness
But I saw you and you looked like a princess
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