And She Sang

The word's
Were born on her breathe,
And died on her lips,
As she sang.

Her song one like sweet suicide,
Prepared to drag you under,
The words so evil,
And yet still so pure.

It would never be the same,
After the song had struck your heart,
And you really knew what mattered,
It was there all along.

The word's
Were born on her breathe,
And died on her lips,
As she sang.