Where the Wild Things Are - Lady Paradox, Gadget

Imagination sparked by animation

Playgrounds — boys found — kiss chase them

Impatient, waiting for break when

We’d hide out and find how to make friends

Misshaped dens — enter another world

I could be what I dreamed — be another girl

Create magic — a rainbow of flowers

Hopscotch and drop super powers

Borrow Bernard’s watch, move the hours

Take off — gliding in Bauers

To the moon and back again

Leaving at noon, back Saturday

Every Sunday — it was a rest day

Board games, check mate and the best cakes

Hibernate away with the cassette tape

Whole world tuned into what Bex played

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Things change, searching for stars

Take me back to where the wild things are

Summertime, swing ball and girl-thoughts

Competing spirit into all sports

Straining to hear as the world talked

Wishing I was tall but I’d fall short

We all walk — before we run fast

Plus that someone has to come last

Elements, sentiments that I shrugged at

Always racing hard as my lungs gasped

Pushed past every boundary

Sounding out, figuring how to be

Feminine: not just one of the boys

Trying to be with one of the boys

Observing how girl-like types be

Heartbreak and Princess Diaries

Then digital love, wink and smiley

Daydreaming of what life might be

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Things change, searching for stars

Take me back to where the wild things are

First dates, grown-ups and workplace

In the real world where the hurt aches

Where digesting news leaves a burnt taste

Can’t sleep or dream: toss and turn late

Then awake to the same old routine

9 to 5 — your eyes look through me

It seems I lost my powers now

I’m guessing all the flowers drowned

No rest days, this is real life

The lid on inspiration is sealed tight

Close my eyes to dream but it don’t feel right

Spend nights wishing I could be

And get back to the core

When I believed there had to be more

Things change when the child’s been scarred

You no longer wonder where the wild things are

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Where the wild things are

Take me back to where the wild things are

Things change, searching for stars

Take me back to where the wild things are