Vārdi: Our Lady Peace. Spiritual Machines. The Wonderful Future.

She builds her own satellite
From an old rusted chair
She leaves this old world behind
And the things that she cares

Maybe she's gone but it won't be for long
What do I know?
Maybe she's found what we all dream about
What do I know, oh?

She's beautiful and wild
Well, I can't compare
And wild
It's just not that fair

She builds a strong alibi
From the future that's here
She needs to know I'm alive
But I'm flesh and I tear

Maybe she's wrong but I won't mind my own

What do I know?
I'm best to let go with a touch of her soul
What do I know, oh?

She's beautiful and wild
And I can't compare
And wild
It's just not fair

And wild
And I can't compare
And wild
Oh, it's just not fair

And wild, oh no
And wild, oh it's wild
It's just not fair