A kaleidoscope car appears at your door
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back, with your head in the clouds
And you are gone.

Follow her down to a lake by a mountain
Where cellophane people cook marshmallow pies
The girls laugh, as you pass their towers
So incredibly high.

Picture yourself in a boat with a mirror
With newspaper paddles singing Feminist lies
Someone calls you, but you’re sinking quite slowly
It’s the girl with tricks in her eyes.

Remnant towers of black and white touched the fluffy sky
As the water flowed over your head
And you looked for the girl, with tricks in her eyes
And she was gone.