the roses in her vase on the nightstand are dead

she wants to be a dancer
and dance the stage

the flowers are years dead, brown and dry

the roses against the window are soft

she wants to be a dancer
and dance the stage for you
princes will bring her flowers

the roses against the window
have grown over the house
brambles and thorns surround her bed

she wants to be a dancer
and dance the stage
princes will see her dance
and you will bring her roses

the roses you brought her
are in the vase

and in her dream she dances for you
the roses are alive

in your dream you bring her roses

and she wants to be a dancer
for princes and for you.