i've got some memories of
a thousand years old, knowing some
secrets that you've never told.
i've found some jewels that i'd never
worn. so they'd like to send me back
return me down to the ground.
and if i'm a siren, i'll wreck your
ship on my shores. and if i'm Godiva, i'll
call you back for more. oh baby
if i'm your Medusa please hang my
head on your wall like how you hang a
georgia o'Keefe's painting work.
you know me. the last year you said
that i'm Joan of Arc and the girl
next door. this morning your silence
burned me like how they did to
Joan of Arc. you didn't say anything
to me. like you
don't speak to the girl next door
i've got some memories of
a thousand year old. I remember clearly
being born in kind of sound and light
for the first time.
and darkness for the 2nd time.
send me back to the ground, my darling
i remember your skin your touch
your arms and breath of the night. well,
how many times have we
talked upon the starry skies, and how many
times have we stared at each other after
the passion left just like the tide?
I'm no Joan of Arc. I'm no girl next door
I'd like to be a good witch, a princess
holding the magic power
releasing you for year after year after year ....
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