Last thing I remember
I was standing on a hill
Shaking out my long black hair
I heard the song of an angel
Rising from the trees
I made my way to the source
And it was gone
Now here I am
I don`t recognize this village
Where things are made of
Glass and metal
A man is walking toward me
And he`s looking pretty strange
He says, Send " Broken Barbie Doll" Ringtone to your Cell