Virgin of the Birds - Let Me Be Your Bride | Текст песни

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Let Me Be Your Bride

The kids call it karma
But the old folks say “Holy Ghost”
I am on your side, let me be your bride

Let me be your bride, let me wear your ring
Let me change the way you look at things
Offer me perfumes, let me in your room

Sometimes, when I felt like a martyr
I felt like a virgin again
Untrained by the ways of the vain, untouched by the burden and then

Because I was docile to the learning
And open to the yearning, I fell
Beneath the tears of these banquet years that we both know so well

First you were wounded
Which made your girls afraid
Take me on in stride, let me be your bride

Let me be your bride, I will spread my wings
I will cover the feet of the Seraphim
Come to me in flames, take from me my name

Pay no heed to your numberless needs
They will burn away
Make your peace with your wandering beast, it will burn away

You delight in the danger you despise
You insist that your girls keep an air of surprise
They will burn and fray on our wedding day

The nameless and tame
They all believe the same
Sisters live inside, let me be your bride

Let me be your bride, I will dry your tears
I will keep alive these banquet years
Every song you sing will be flowering