When she was just a girl she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, and the bullets catch in her teeth. Life goes on, it gets so heavy, the wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear a waterfall. In the night, the stormy night, she'll close her eyes. In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly. And dreams of paradise, she'd dream of paradise. And so lying underneath those stormy skies, she'd say, I know the sun must set to rise.