I walk around my city and the wind blows hard
I left everything behind and the sun on the horizon
I see the houses from afar, they've closed the doors
But luckily I have her hand and her red cheeks
She picked me up from the ground covered in thorns
With bites of a thousand snakes, stopped by the coils
She didn't listen to those bastards and their curse
With one gaze, she convinced me to pick up and leave
Because this is a journey that nobody before has made
Alice, her wonders and the mad hatter
We'll walk this street and I'll never be tired