歌词
Silver bells
Silver shells
And summer flowers fill her head
And her eyes
Behold the skies
Of worlds she's told her not exist
And she's been warned
About the storms
Of the wolf
And all the thirty little strange ways
May bring
But she always sees
I take a bit of the past
A bit of the future
A bit of the past
A bit of the future
She lives in an alternate life
Alana
Alana
Midnight tolls
Midnight strolls
Alana's nowhere to be found
Alive or dead
In her sweet head
There's no difference between the two
And she's been warned
About the storms
Of the wolf
And all the thirty little strange ways
May bring
But she always sees
I take a bit of the past
A bit of the future
A bit of the past
A bit of the future
She lives in an alternate life
Alana
Alana
Alana
Alana
Alana
Alana