Her face is a map of the world
You can see she's a beautiful girl
And everything around her is a silver pool of light
The people who surround her feel the benefit of it
She holds you captivated in her palm
Why the hell it means so much to me
You can here she's a beautiful girl
She fills up every corner like she's born in black and white
Makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember
She likes to leave you hanging on a wire
I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine