This is the Girl For whom all tears fall This is the Girl Who was having a ball Just a dark smear masking the eyes Spirited away hurrying inside
This is the Girl That crossed the bind This is the song about smothering vine Twisted as laurels to crown her head Raised as a reef upon her bed
This is the Girl This the blind that turned in wine This is the wine of the house it is said This is the Girl who Yearned to be heard So Much for cradling a smoldering bird
This is the Girl [x2]
This is the Girl For whom all tears fall This is the Girl Who was having a ball This is the Girl For whom all tears have ahead This is the Wine of the House it is said
This the blind that turned in wine This is the wine of the house it is said This is the Girl who Yearned to be heard So Much for cradling a smoldering bird