Ugly ducklings on my side, another friend of which to sympathize, tulip graces tucked inside, unlike the shoddy feathers set before my eyes, whether hidden or on show, somehow slowly feelings grow, and the seeds you thought were sour, sweeten, soften and then flower, hands are reaching for the light, clutching confidences tight, waiting for your finest hour, feathered faces they don't know, just how cruel that northern wind can blow, in the quiet stream of youth, you can't tell how fast the giant river flows, then one day she will emerge, discovered passion now diverge, sunlight radiantly sings with the first beating of her wings, paparazzi stare inside, the gathered crowds will now divide, the doorman watching her with pride as she makes her way inside, full of grace she climbs the stairs, strange how everyone now cares, awoken debutante astounds, heads are turning all around, could this really be the first time those eyes have melted hearts? and the feeling grows amid the swelling sound, electricity somehow seems to ricochet around, excited cheers from all her peers, the triumph of those hungry years, spread across her smile.
© 1997 Lyrics by N.Thomas. All rights reserved.