It was a compromise
It was worthy of the wise
We were moving through decay
It was an atmosphere
No hate and no fear
It was the dawning of the day
Give your impressions of the girl
And does she cartwheel round your world
Is she the sand that made the pearl
Give your impressions of the girl
We grew a thicker skin
Blood still flows within
It held a beating heart
It was the old catch cry
Better than second prize
It was the dawning of the day
Won't you tell me what you see
Give your impressions of the girl
And does she cartwheel round your world
On windswept mountains, wandering
Give your impressions of the girl
Won't you slip into the water wearing nothing
Won't you take me to the master of your treehouse
Won't you put me back together your way
Custom made in your own image just to please you
Ricochet off alabaster if I need to
In the morning we will know, we will comprehend
Give your impressions of the girl
She stands up high with flag unfurled
She comes to fly the canyon plane