Eloise is in love, she doesn't know her heart is gone. She can't release the butterflies; they are caged in her mind... They turn into glass; it’s all in her mind.

Eloise is in love, she pleads to the sun. Loses her warmth, falls to her knees... It’s all in her dreams

Eloise is in love, she cries to the night, maybe her lover will bring flowers back.

Eloise is gone, in a padded white room, her love seems distant, it’s turning into crystals, blood red rubies... Eloise is gone.



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