The mill

As she felt the pounding of her slowly heart,
the world started spin around.
While her hands scratch the wind,
her arms float like a mill.
Dancing on her old nightgown
watching this body dissolve
She got blind by the purite
of her own bright.
And as fallen angel, she screen
_Higher! Higher!
Until reach the skyes.
The mill won´t reel anymore
So the globe stopped whirl
So she felt the wings to fly
She felt naked, and she felt complete.

Ouvindo:
Le Moulin (amelie soundtrack)