sometimes you wanted to fly away, fly away with you wings.
(Only he told you that wings are made of glass, nobody could see them and when you try to fly they break)
And then you could never fly, your glass wings shattered and fell to the ground.
(and you think of him again, don't you?)
And you want to be higher, so you climb. First it's only the best student, top of the class and the top of the year but then you want more so you climb to the highest places, the astronomy tower, the cliffs and you think about how far down it is.
(And he said climbing never helps because one day you'll fall)
You couldn't climb anymore, but you had to get higher, feel on top of the world even for only a tiny, smal d.
(You still think of him don't you?)
So you turn to other things that make you high. You fly now, you find it possible with your dancing dreams and your childish laughter and you spin around on clouds until you have to come down but you say it was worth it.
(He begs you not to, says you'll ruin your life.)
So you stop and slowly your world reassembles itself into the ordinary, what it was before, sameness.
(and now you really can't stop thinking of him can you?)
Sometimes you think of all th possibilities that could be your life but darling, don't dream too much or you will forget how t your life.
(and its summer and he asks you to stay with him and you say yes)
Only in the little hideaway, the little house, you can only think of one thing.
The boy with the ink stained fingers and the girl who stole his heart.
(I think…. I think I love her Dom and…. Why are you crying?)
And then he takes your hand and says "Dominique, I'm sorry. I love you really." And he kisses you softly and then he's the boy with ink stained fingers again and you're the girl with the long blonde hair.
You wish.