Žodžiai dainai: Charlotte Martin. Mystery, Magic & Seeds. Innerloom.

Not just another moonbeam
read quite a bit of pendy? today
one part dreamer
one part meaner
sets a different mood in some way

reflected down monroe street
in the middle of the day
what of all the other movies
or the one i want to stay?

the girl that grew and no one knew
a space to chase
i sometimes flew into my innerloom
into my innerloom
into my innerloom

all girls wear pink
some are stained with ink
and i watch as your words
fly into my innerloom

i got my own narcotics
but dont know how to smoke
it's when i feel beyond it that
i finally learn to cope

the girl that grew and no one knew
a space to chase
i sometimes flew into my innerloom
into my innerloom
into my innerloom

the skin was torn that i had worn
beneath the thorns i was born
the girl that grew and no one knew
a space i would chase
then i sometimes flew into my innerloom
into my innerloom
into my innerloom

all girls wear pink
some are stained with ink
it's not sometimes i think
to want to be those girls

and i dove into my guts before
i'll never play the same way again
i'll try and call a lipstick boy
and ask where charlotte sometimes went

the girl that grew and no one knew
a space to chase
i sometimes flew into my innerloom
into my innerloom
into my innerloom