Lyric

The clock begins to chime, it’s almost midnight now

The golden glow is fading from my gown somehow

A hush falls on the ballroom floor

I glance back once, then race toward the door

My heart is pounding like a drum

I know my time is nearly done

The magic wraps around my skin

But soon the real world rushes in

So I run, I run, as the last bell rings

Down the stairs in broken dreams

Glass slipper slips from trembling feet

I don’t look back, I can’t be seen

The music fades into the night

My coach is gone, no end in sight

The stars above begin to blur

The girl I was—no longer her

And in the dark, a crystal trace

A single shoe, a fleeting grace

Will he remember how I danced?

Or was it just a fleeting chance?

So I run, I run, into the cold

Before the spell can lose its hold

Glass slipper waits on marble stair

But I’m already lost in air