I think I wanna feel like gold
I remember that I forgot...
Do you know what I mean?
I remember that I forgot
Ever since I was a little girl
I used to look up at the Sycamore
And say: "How ya doin'?
How ya doin'?"
And the Sycamore would look down
At me
And beyond I saw all the galaxies
And I knew, you see, I knew...
That I was not "Margaret"
I was more
I was more...
I was ether
I was air
I was cloud, wind, fire and everything...
And then you grow up
And you get report cards
And people tell you how
Far you're gonna go in your skin
They say: "Girl, you're talented" or
"Girl, you're stupid"
And you start to believe them, yea...
You start living like you're one
Living like you're alone...
But you're not
And you've always known it
You remember that
You forgot
And you can tell you're being watched by
None other than yourself
Because in a galaxy expanding
You are even the aliens
There is nothing
There is nothing
To be afraid of...
Listen to me!
I swear you can stop
You're worrying
You can stop
Thinking you're alone
Whenever you feel like a ghost
Look up at the Sycamore Tree...