Lyrics: This Is The Girl

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, hurried/worried in size

This is the girl that crossed the line
This is the song of the smothering vine
Twisted as laurel to crown her head
Laid as a wreath upon her bed

This is the girl

This is the blood that turned into 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 smouldering bird

This is the girl
This is the girl

This is the girl for whom all tears fall
This is the girl who was having a ball
This is the laurel to crown her head
This is the wine of the house it is said

This is the blood that turned into wine
This is the wine of the house it is said
This is the girl who cried to be heard
So much for cradling a smouldering bird

This is the girl
This is the girl
This is the girl