She thought sometime last nightFought off the yellow light
And turned away from me.
She found her way back home..
Picked up her pearly comb
And turned away from me.
Her back is always to me,
Her mind is always
Gone.
Sits there
Brushing her
Long black hair..
Turned away from me.
Turned away from me.
Her back is always to me,
Her mind is always gone..
Her thoughts tend to undo me
Her long black hair is very long.
They called her witchy when she was younger
I suppose it had something to do with her nose.
