The morning burns in her arm, where the faded blue mermaid swims
and reflects through the trees, the tapestries
where her mother’s memory begins
won’t you come Sarah-Anne
won’t you take back faith from the Devils hand.
won’t you come Sarah-Anne
her body becomes a vessel
and her smile a dark sail
on what foreign land do I reach my hands
in attempts to save myself
won’t you come Sarah-Anne
won’t you take back faith from the Devils hand.
won’t you come Sarah-Anne
nothing moves or stirs, her fingers fall like fate
only in these rhythms of victory
could we now hope to communicate
won’t you come Sarah-Anne
won’t you come Sarah-Anne
won’t you take back faith from the Devils hand.
won’t you be mine
as the towers of Molloch take their toll
and shadow the soul
master our days are gone here,
our childhood ways have aged here
master our days are gone,
and the only songs left to be sung
are the songs of ourselves
our childhood ways have aged here
don’t leave me alone like this
don’t leave me alone
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