Mayfly, into the world you wake
A spark of stray heartache
Little child, mind wide and wild
This garden is yours to make
Your mark for everyone to see
A humble prodigy
Green-eyed, sister cyanide
It's you they all envy
In melody's humming womb
Your sacred heart can bloom
These four strings are the key
To loosen this gravity
Blonde and thin, wrapped in pale skin
And all the boys want in
Fools and thieves, desperate to believe
An angel versed in sin
Your kin are rooted to this ground
This town has bottomed out
From above, they rain on you with love
But their hands still hold you down
Love this place as you may
In Eden, only shadows play
Four strings will set you free
Shrug off this gravity
What lies beyond the state lines?
A fiction or a star sign?
You'll never know unless you cut your roots and run
A restlessness you just can't shake
Clinging to an unknown fate
Follow it across the sea
And shatter this gravity
Cut your roots and run