This is about Noodle from Gorillaz. You'll know what it's about if you've ever seen the video for El Mañana by them. It's called Isle in the Sky.
The morning is quiet, the air brushes by,
She hums to herself on her isle on the sky,
She watches her windmill spin round and around,
Then looks up, detecting an ominous sound.
A gleaming black object has blocked out the sun,
She starts to tense up, getting ready to run.
A red spot on her shoulder spreads before her eyes,
The pain is so great, she lets out a cry.
She runs for his windmill, still crying out loud,
As more and more bullets start pelting the ground.
The wings of her windmill are glaring with flame,
Smouldering wood's falling down like the rain.
All becomes quiet, so she peeks around,
And finds herself falling on down twords the ground.
Her precious windmill is spinning no more.
A tear stains her face as the sky starts to roar.
The sound falls on deaf ears, her face is now wet.
She smiles sadly and watches the sunset.
From the breath of an angel com the words "Do not fear"
As death sings its lullaby into her ear.
The morning is quiet, the air brushes by,
She hums to herself on her isle on the sky,
She watches her windmill spin round and around,
Then looks up, detecting an ominous sound.
A gleaming black object has blocked out the sun,
She starts to tense up, getting ready to run.
A red spot on her shoulder spreads before her eyes,
The pain is so great, she lets out a cry.
She runs for his windmill, still crying out loud,
As more and more bullets start pelting the ground.
The wings of her windmill are glaring with flame,
Smouldering wood's falling down like the rain.
All becomes quiet, so she peeks around,
And finds herself falling on down twords the ground.
Her precious windmill is spinning no more.
A tear stains her face as the sky starts to roar.
The sound falls on deaf ears, her face is now wet.
She smiles sadly and watches the sunset.
From the breath of an angel com the words "Do not fear"
As death sings its lullaby into her ear.