Alanis Morissette One hand in my pocket (acoustic)
In her secret garden
Where in safety masks slipped
Arts arcane
Fueled by primal heat
She conjured
Magics so powerful
His heart would leap
Transfixed
Aglow
Radiating energy
So powerful
That at times
She found herself captured
By the backdraft
Though time passes
Enchanted dances
Are never lost
