The morning burns in her arm, where the faded blue mermaid swims and reflects through the trees, the tapestries where her mother’s memory begins
won’t you come Sarah-Anne won’t you take back faith from the Devils hand. won’t you come Sarah-Anne
her body becomes a vessel and her smile a dark sail on what foreign land do I reach my hands in attempts to save myself
won’t you come Sarah-Anne won’t you take back faith from the Devils hand. won’t you come Sarah-Anne
nothing moves or stirs, her fingers fall like fate only in these rhythms of victory could we now hope to communicate
won’t you come Sarah-Anne won’t you come Sarah-Anne won’t you take back faith from the Devils hand. won’t you be mine
as the towers of Molloch take their toll and shadow the soul master our days are gone here, our childhood ways have aged here master our days are gone, and the only songs left to be sung are the songs of ourselves our childhood ways have aged here
don’t leave me alone like this don’t leave me alone