She bought a bottle of cider |
| From the shop on the corner |
| They didn't stop her |
| Thought she was older |
She took a bus ride |
| To a name and a number |
| A house full of music |
| And a hatful of wonder |
And some of the people |
| That she thought that she knew |
| Were never like this |
| When she saw them at school |
| She's never been anywhere like this before |
| Everybody's so out of control |
She was in a back room |
| Full of strange aromas |
| And noises and candles |
| That was where he found her |
He took her to a garden |
| Full of rain and silence |
| And she could smell the soil and the trees |
| And see the succulent light from the little fires in his eyes |
| Pulling shapes out of the night |
| She was enchanted |
Then it's twelve o'clock |
| And the last bus is gone |
| They're gonna go crazy |
| When they hear what she's done |
| And higher is lower |
| And less is like more |
| She's never felt anything like this before, |
And then it was yesterday |
| He said, "Oh, by the way" |
| Welcome to your first party... |