Sometimes I pretend I am the queen of the worldGliding in a silver sleigh of dreamsMy dress is made of ripped up cloudsAnd my crown is woven with moonlightI float above the sun each dayWatching over my empireI can feel every triumph and everyDisappointment ripple through me like aStone cast into a deep crystal pondBut as time steals by it is not so wonderfulTo hold the weight of the worldAnd I would much rather be a normal girlBound to life and nothing moreSo I raise my lips to the velvet skyAnd gently kiss each star in the Milky Way farewellI suppose that even the queen of the worldGrows weary of her place in the universe