Words by Gracie Lee and the newly christened Bigsby Betts

Music by the very same Gracie Lee

Long ago somewhere far, far away
A lonely tower where a girl could eye her claim
No one had held the key to the walls
Wondering if she was ever there at all

A mailbox stuffed with catalogs
Ornaments and clothes for the dolls
On the windowsill a familiar fly makes plans
Diabolically rubbing his hands

This tiny room is just a vault
The tiny windows and tiny walls
The doors are open with no locks
A mime in my imaginary box

Everyday those little specks dance around
Right on time, 9-5, then they turn down
I adore every moment they’re in my view
I don’t see why they come back again but they always do

This tiny room is my overlook
Towers, pawns, a crown and storybooks
Not just the world, I want it all for me
I’ll be your queen

Tie a string on the moon
It’s a balloon
I can pop it with my pen-
-cil glows in the dark
Connecting the stars
That create a smiling face
(face) it, I’ve got the key
You’re shorter than me
And I will keep it out of reach
(Reaching) up to the sky
Used to be high
When I get there… I might.. I…