She balancées around him,

As he watches her in awe

Trying to catch her eye through her feather mask

She draws him in unknowingly

He does his best to keep up

With her swift and silent way

She blends into the music’s pulse

It’s safer inside the melody

They think she’s putting on a show

They say she’s such a pretty girl

On the dance floor, she is crying

Why must they all look at her?

The song fades out with aching chords

She hurries away, out to the garden

It’s like Cinderella at the ball

And he is left alone again

She is too innocent for their world

A foolish young spirit with a tender heart

But someday she will know herself

She won’t pretend to be someone she’s not