Nico

Nico’s daydreaming the questions She looks for answers in the clouds No one can help you now She burns her skin off in the shower But she can’t scrub out the crowd Songs unsung and words unsaid While wearing the clothes of the dead ‘Til she escapes this backwards town No one can help you now Nico’s daydreaming the answers To questions she can’t think out loud And all the things she doesn’t feel Are censored and concealed Until this cracked vase spills them out No one can help you now No one can