[Verse 1] Inside every girl there’s a petite nascent maiden, Ample curls gently pecking each cheek. An elegant naiad, goddess-lotus flower, Gliding slippers sparkle twilight whipped cream. A cherished angel each spawned from magic, Each a precious gift homespun in ethereal glow, Stitched from choice silks from the garden of Eden, In composed anticipation; divinely supreme. [Chorus] What the mirror forgot to say You were never made to fade What the mirror forgot to say You are more than what it names (what it names) Soft, fierce, and alive [Verse 2] Every sequence is magnificently handcrafted, Gracefully fashioned by dryad velvet gloves. Every girl borrows the rain and the daylight, Every girl grows her own kind of love. Not a frame, not a flaw, not a verdict, Not a single cold number on glass. You are a whole, bright orchard Walking where the old lies pass [Chorus] What the mirror forgot to say You were never made to fade What the mirror forgot to say You are more than what it names (what it names) Soft, fierce, and alive [Bridge] If the silver keeps talking mean, Let it choke on its old small scene. You are bloom, you are bone, you are thunder, You are grace with your hands in the dirt (hands in the dirt) [Chorus] What the mirror forgot to say You were never made to fade What the mirror forgot to say You are more than what it names (what it names) Soft, fierce, and alive
