She

she sits on the shingles
On the top of her world
While the others dance and everyone mingles
She won't let anyone in

She has eyes the color of the soil after rain
A soul that predates the year of her birth
And when she smiles it almost hides the pain
She doesn't know what she's worth

The only place to hide
Is right in plain sight
Where the mundane and the surreal collide
She can't let anyone see

She has eyes the color of the soil after rain
A soul that predates the year of her birth
And when she smiles it almost hides the pain
She doesn't know what she's worth

(Bridge)
A million souls and a billion faces
And she can't be seen by a single one
A hundred million homes and places
And none of them are safe to run....to.

She has eyes the color of the soil after rain
A soul that predates the year of her birth
And when she smiles it almost hides the pain
She doesn't know what she's worth.