Don't tell me your good deeds
In hope to hear mine
I've done too many wrongs 
To speak of my rights 
Nail me to wood
For my sins weigh heavy on my shoulders

The rain it does pour
Never ceasing, never stops
Alone I do walk, alone in the dark 
But the bright lightning won't come 
I have nothing
To guide me home 

The rose that I hold 
Begins to fade way
Pink petals fall to ground
The wind sweeps...

Open your eyes,
My fresh water lily,
Commander of the
Water that falls from the skies,
And take in the sweet syrup,
That strengthens your 
Petals of ivory and gold, 
And wear your crown,
Proudly, My fresh water lily 

She uses her sword to shave her legs,
And trim the split ends of her hair. 
She follows its teachings like it’s the word of her mother,
And kisses the blade like it’s the mouth of her lover.

Circle 'round my old friend and foe
I have a story you should know
From the ancient land of human monsters does it derive
A young wench hath heard voices from the sky 
The Maiden of Olde Orleans

During the time at which war waged wild
A little child with her pious smile
Heavenly voices told her to drive out the English foes
And to wear sir's robes so nobody knows
The Maiden of Olde Orleans

With hair chopped short...

When you came to me 
I didn’t say a word
But we laid on the rocks
In our own little world

The sky was so blue 
And at the time, so was I
But that didn’t scare you
You still taught me to fly

I’ve come to associate you with the sky
With the birds and the planes 
And all that pass by 
With the stars and the angels
That mingle together 
Among the clouds and the blue 
That we...

My skin melts away 
When I am held in your warm embrace,
Like a candle lit by orange flame.

I am stripped to tired bones and a beating heart 
That can now finally rest.

You speak to me in a language
Only I can understand,
And yet your eyes say
More to me than your tongue ever could. 

And for this, I am thankful.
To speak though the bats of eyelashes and the beating of hearts
Means more to me...