The Crayon Song Lyrics

It's 3 AM, and the conversation's spent.
She's waiting on the bedside wrapped within the static wind and she's got
powders and pills, chasing thrills through dollar bills,
tracing lines of her reflection with her senses so distilled
as she drifts on through this dream.
She can share her medication but she can't outrun the rain when clearly
here she stands, with candy in her hands, she offers up the pixie dust and separates the sand,
and I'll say: