There’s a girl with a patchwork smile,

And great dreams.

She likes to walk at midnight,

And swim in the rain.

She spins stories out of golden thoughts,

And whispers them to the breeze.

She lives far away,

In a place you’ve never heard of,

And will never go.

But you hear her stories,

They blow through the trees,

And graze your lips.

And in those stories you see a girl,

Smiling her patchwork smile,

And dreaming her great dreams.