My dream girl don't exist
At the age of 5 she slit her wrist
And set its sands ablaze
And the wait is waiting on
Build the world so real and strong
My dream girl don't exist
Just her photograph in a history book
For New York central state
And the wait is waiting on
And the wait is waiting on
Build the world so real and strong
She goes and now she knows she'll never be afraid
