coming up in victory,
alice finds her gramophone,
alice finds her chocolate hearts,
and listens on her own.

alice wants some dusty light,
alice wants a metal clasp,
alice isn't always right,
shares her spotlight alone.

coming up in teal-blue waves
alice finds her heart ablaze,
'where'd you put it?' cries in fright,
alice loves the gentle night.

looking like a symphony,
finding dust in every light,
wants to sort her feelings but she
knows not what to write.

alice wants his light blue eyes
alice wants her own blue skies,
alice wants night's gentle touch-
alice wants too much.