The Gravedigger's a Daughter I - Wings and Earthquakes

I dance in graveyards
Still looking like a vampire
in the dawn
And I love, and I hate

I laugh in the face of kings
never afraid to be right
And I hate, and I love

And I watch you wither
and fight
over your Christmas parties

(Yellow bird flying
got shot in the wing
good year for hunters
and little earthquakes

I'd rather be a winged rose
that safely changes her color
Escapes from being left here
silent
And brings her own self back again)


Una otra posibilidad de Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes