Haylia

She's a mixtape raider lost in the eighties
She's so extraordinary
Her eyes and hair cerulean with a flair for changing
With her lips so sweet, she blows a kiss to me
And her smile preludes such fun

She's got conspiracies of love
Locked on her bookshelf
And her front door could withstand the nuclear summer
She's got her television
Set to Joy Division
She's my illness and my cure

She's a saint of what she loves
But a bit of a sinner when the music's on
Knock on her door, she knows the code
But there's something more in this antidote

Haylia, it's an ordinary day
I see ya, and anything could change
Haylia, I will be your guardian
I will always find a cure

She testifies from her bedroom floor
She lies, but she don't lie at all
As her puzzle pieces seem to slide beneath the board
So I'll lend a hand, I hope she understands
Our scene is now complete

I said, why don't we sail away today
Anchors aweigh, but the ice means we're on a sleigh
And the snow tuned the strings of her heart so flat
She says she's not ordinary
But the dictionary says she's unforgettable

She's a saint of what she loves
And she looks so lovely with her Friday gloves
Knock on her door, she's there on two
Haylia, you shot me, but I'm bulletproof

Haylia, it's an ordinary day
I see ya, and anything could change
Haylia, I will be your guardian
I will always find a cure

Haylia, it's an ordinary day
I see ya, and anything could change
Haylia, I see a friend in need
I will always find

Haylia, it's an ordinary day
I see ya, and anything could change
Haylia, I will be your guardian
I will always find a cure