She may be dancing but look at her eyes.

She will turn them away if she notices you noticing.

She may be flowers but look at her roots.

She can't kick off the dirt she wants to grow into.

She may be lying but look at her spine.

It recoils at a touch. She can't kick off the dirt and she's reminded.

She's reminded. She is reminded.

She remembers now...

She thinks she's so strong and you believe.

until you look at her at a distance trembling.

She knows flowers. She knows the dance.

It's just the history that anchors her to dirt.

Look at her flowers. Look how they dance.

Music