Beauty Is Like a Thing

There's nothing like the blues of a little child

Losing her right to run wild

There's nothing like the blues of a little child

Losing her right to run wild

Out of the womb

Flesh bare and eyes open

Into the world

A wheel set in motion

There's nothing like the blues of a little child

There's nothing like the blues of a little child

There's nothing like the blues of a little child

There's nothing like the blues of a little child

Little child, little child, little child

Little child, little child, little child

Little child, little child, little child

Little child, little child, little child

Little child

Little child

Beauty is like a thing

That sits on your shoulders

I swear I'd hardly learned to move

When I first heard its whispers

Beauty is like a thing

That sits on your shoulders

I swear I'd hardly learned to eat

When I first heard its whispers

It's in the air, it's everywhere

I try to run, I get nowhere

Beauty is like a thing

That sits on your shoulders

I swear I'd hardly learned to talk

When I first heard its whispers

It's in the air, it's everywhere

I try to run, I get nowhere

And I stare in the mirror

With a stranger's eyes

Caring too much about all those lies

That were fed to me

I just can't be

I just can't be

It's in the air, it's everywhere

It's in the air, it's everywhere

It's in the air, it's everywhere

It's everywhere, it's everywhere

It's everywhere, it's everywhere (There's nothing like the blues of a little child)

It's everywhere, it's everywhere

It's everywhere, it's everywhere (There's nothing like the blues of a little child)

It's everywhere, it's everywhere

It's everywhere, it's everywhere

It's everywhere