She was a social butterfly, she flew with fractured wings
And when he moved to Paris, she turned around her ring
There hangs a Celtic cross, three roses in a vase
She figured out the mystery, while dancing at a rave
Oh...ya...oh...
Don't call on ancient spirits, unless you're well prepared
Some standing right beside you, and some don't even care
The silence of the silence, encompasses the room
She doesn't understand, the meaning of the tune
Oh...ya...oh...
She looks at the North Star, as it's shining bright
Off in the distance, Vega pulses her light
She was a social butterfly, she flew with fractured wings
And when he moved to Paris, she turned around her ring
There hangs a Celtic cross, three roses in a vase
She figured out the mystery, while dancing at a rave
Oh...ya...oh...