A little doll resting in my hands I'm trying to figure our a masterplan Her glazed eyes softly comfort me But I don't know exactly how to feel Days on end without any sleep And the walls are slowly closing in Who? Who are you? Who? Who brought you? And who will you be? The sun is out on the day we meet A busy day on the market street I take her up to her favorite place She's turning seven with a smiling face She's always looking for a higher place Who? Who are you? Who? Who brought you? Who? Who are you? Who? Who brought you? And who will you be? Far below the place people move like ants in the maze Panic in their eyes they hold on to their lives But they can't hold us as we rise I turn to her and say: honey, could we fly to the haze Tangled as two kites, completely intertwined Black dots against the sky Black dots against the sky