Mathilde Santing Alice In Winterland
There's a girl up in my head I see her all the time she's there in the morning when I come home at night She lived out there in the mirror like an Alice in Winterland It's cold...
It's cold and she is freezing but it's the only way she could stand But lately she is talking to me and now we smile away our the pain And one sunday morning she broke the ice and filled my day I am her, and she is me when we are together, we are free I can face the wonder of my being and love the one I found It's a woman I am seeing who has reached her innerground Alice in Wonderland