All That She Wants

She's got a rhythm in the way she moves,
A quiet fire that she won't prove.
Every moment feels like a new refrain; she's chasing sun through the windowpane.
All that she wants is freedom tonight,
A wandering heart in the pale moonlight.
Take a breath,
Don't rush the ride; she's finding magic in the turning tide.
She's got a map that's drawn in light,
Guides her softly through the quiet night.
Promises in the coffee ring,
Whispers that someday she'll spread her wings.
All that she wants is freedom tonight,
A wandering heart in the pale moonlight.
Take a breath,
Don't rush the ride; she's finding magic in the turning tide.