Dreaming on freedom
You dream your way out till you find your way out
Of the mountains of disappointment and grief
The cynical reeks

Folks who like trouble will never get on
Will never know what it's like to be sitting on song
In the sunshine
In the shadows of birds

Unsigned pretty little girl
In the infinite, there is no impasse
You think for yourself

Unsigned pretty little girl
You're arriving on season
Like nobody else

There has never before been a world more in need of you, girl
You and your kind
You and your eyes
You are your eyes

A bottle of lightning, you can only ever accidentally find
Keep your heart open wide
You and your eyes

Unsigned pretty little girl
In the infinite, there is no impasse
There is no fear

Unsigned pretty little girl
Sing me the song you wrote about the stupid fools
The pseudo political cruel hearted lonely men who fall between stools

You better watch your baggage
When you're passing through the Hague
You better watch your baggage
When you're passing through the Hague

You're infectious, your laughter, you're so energetic
I don't have to explain, you already get that I'm hooked
On your rhubarb and custard

Whatever we've got to do, of the day
We get it done together
And whatever demands that are made
You'll make sure the piper is paid

Unsigned pretty little girl
In the infinite, there is no impasse
You think for yourself

Unsigned pretty little girl
You're arriving on season
Like nobody else

You shed light on my eyes
You shed light on my eyes
You shed light on my eyes
You shed light on my eyes
You shed light on my eyes