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SONG: "She wanders"

She still believes in fairytale..
She lives in a world made of dreams..
She wanders around looking for an answer..
But the answer is yet to come..and so
She wanders..wanders..wanders..
Looking for a way out.
Looking for a steady hand.
Looking for an anchor.
Looking for the place where the answer lays.
The answer lays. The answer lays.
Deeper and deeper and deeper in her heart.
Deeper and deeper and deeper in her soul.
She is afraid too afraid to jump.
She is afraid too afraid to look.
She is afraid too afraid to find her way.
And so she wanders..wanders..wanders..
Until she get completely lost.

Comments

  1. bob27 July 2010 at 18:17

    And so she woke up
    Woke up from where she was
    Lying still
    Said I gotta do something
    About where we're going

    Step on a steam train
    Step out of the driving rain, maybe
    Run from the darkness in the night
    Singing Ha, Ah La La La De Day
    Ah La La La De Day
    Ah La La De Day

    Sweet the sin
    Bitter taste in my mouth
    I see seven towers
    But I only see one way out

    You got to cry without weeping
    Talk without speaking
    Scream without raising your voice

    You know I took the poison
    From the poison stream
    Then I floated out of here
    Singing...Ha La La La De Day
    Ha La La La De Day
    Ha La La De Day

    She runs through the streets
    With her eyes painted red
    Under black belly of cloud in the rain
    In through a doorway she brings me
    White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
    She is raging
    She is raging
    And the storm blows up in her eyes
    She will...

    Suffer the needle chill
    She is running to stand

    Still.

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