She’s sitting on a marble throne
The hall is crowded but she’s all alone
She has a will to change the world
She has a will to make herself heard

The people watch her sparkling hand
Hear her promise
Their expression is bland
They choose to tear up her dream
They choose to go with the stream
And in their search for gold
Another summer is growing old

I’m making it a masterpiece
I’m almost there
The pressure of the tide
Is sometimes more than I can bear

It’s breaking me down
But I’m building it up
I’m wearing a crown
I’m blessing the cup
And I’m waiting for spring

Rest assured
I will pour
Out of this cup
That which I built up
To ensure
Life forever more

They see the crescent on her brow
The starlight in her eyes is fading now
And they’re turning around
Turning brown
Dissolving into the ground

I’m making it a masterpiece
I’m almost there
The pressure of the tide
Is sometimes more than I can bear

It’s breaking me down
But I’m building it up
I’m wearing a crown
I’m blessing the cup
And I’m waiting for spring