Greta

Her playground, her courtyards are out of this world You can realign the light, but you can't tame the girl And her eyes are the size of lagoons, all dreaming wild In the morning, the universe shines from under her skin The delicate pattern of places she's been Her baby days coiled up inside her like ribbons all tied Greta, be good to yourself, for goodness' sake You existed in moonlight before you were born On the turn of each calendar inside and outside Observatories clocked you in stars They were holding so, dear Greta be good to yourself, you've always been here