paroles de chanson Savior of the Sun - Joseph Arthur
(She
became
the
servant
of
the
moon)
She
represents
with
binocular
eyes
all
of
the
London
croud
The
affectionate
zombies
weep
and
cry
whenever
she
leaves
town
Abused
and
fucked
up
Under
the
knife
Wearing
a
mini
skirt
Painting
her
lips
in
the
museum
of
her
stripes
Where
she
worships
how
she
hurts
No
one
was
waiting
for
her
love
She
was
the
savior
of
the
sun
And
through
the
thinnest
needle
slipped
into
her
cocoon
Where
she
became
the
servant
of
the
moon
She
was
half
starved
up
in
her
head
With
an
inward
gaze
she
could
paint
your
portrait
as
you
bled
And
expect
your
praise
Like
a
desert
spider
she
will
burn
Burn
in
the
sky
She
is
more
beautiful
then
anything
when
she
cries
No
one
was
waiting
for
her
love
She
was
the
savior
of
the
sun
And
through
the
thinnest
needle
slipped
into
her
cocoon
Where
she
became
the
servant
of
the
moon
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