The Girl Of The Year

She’s the girl of the year of course
Looking down like she’s on a horse
She rubs the world out of her eyes
Votive candles where she lies
That was last year
In the meantime
She has done a lot too quickly
What a lovely feeling
Now her heart’s beating
Now, now that the past has gone
Carry on, carry on
There’s a moon behind the clouds
Carry on, carry on
She closed the book on her plaster saints
All the old ways and constraints
She can’t believe that she was so blah
Now she walks if they send a car
I suppose she was frightened
Under jasmine
She doesn’t seem so anxious
What a lovely feeling
Now her heart’s beating
Lullabys for those a-sleeping
The words you say she can’t hear
I can’t breathe
Heartfelt thank you’s serenade her dreams
What a lovely feeling
To feel her heart beating