Daniel Amos - Rice Paper Wings lyrics

That's how she flies In bright saffron dreams 'Cross harlequin skies On rice paper wings She la**os the moon Brush, pallets and paints Clutters her room with God, angels, and saints Thieves here to steal her thunder Crowding her world of wonder I fear they've got her number And here's what she needs: Swings, ladders, and slides Doors in the trees Stars in her eyes A song for the queen Curtsies and bows Castles and kings A head in the clouds