of the castle,
but she wears no crown
Stones of silver, gilded gown
Can anybody help her
hang this mirror
So she can see every change
The view of another was
never clearer
The view of herself is strange
Oh, she'll roll south in
someone else's car
Armed with a dream and a DSLR
I wonder if she fears the city
Or will she translate with ease
I wonder if she's ever been
viewed with pity,
even in boots like these
She did a year in Manchester
and it rained every other day
The Balkan half of her gave it heart,
the Latin half gave way
They tried to get her on to Joy Division
She said she liked the feel
but it lacked precision
She soon got bored and took the decision
To listen to James instead
I think she thinks it helps her cleanse
Seeing stones through a radiant lens
I know we'll never
know half the story,
but it doesn't leave me flat
I know she smiled when she first saw me,
I think I can live for that
Oh, she greeted me at the fortress
with a smile and an open palm
A soul as old as the stones around
Would easily twist the charm
A right -hand man took his lens cap
Slipped it in his fitted jeans
He said the light was perfect
And immortalized the scene
oooh -ah -oooh
Fuji an -ah -oooh
Fujian