Little Magdalene, we all know about the places that you've been. You think you're hidden there but everyone has seen. They can see you now you're out in the rain.
Snowbird was just a little girl once. All tangled up in dandelion hair and polka dots. And a picture book mind full of dreams and designs. And visions of faraway places.
Silver and fire burn in the night. There's nothing quite as beautiful as your light. Deeper the waters, darker the flow. Maybe this is everything I need to know.