Wrecking Ball (Ove Ritola)

Sleeping on a wrecking ball Asleep she is all dreams and calm Sleeping on a wrecking ball Asleep so fair, untied of yore Hid from history tossed aside Shed light to a darkened mind And tomorrow is her time Sleeping on a wrecking ball Asleep it's too to arise nevermore With amnesia on her side Relight the spark in a dead pair of eyes And tomorrow is her time