This Is The Girl Songtext / Lyric

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 smouthering 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 smouldering bird



This is the girl

This is the girl



This is the girl

For whom all tears fall

This is the dirl

Who was having a ball

This is the girl

For whom all tears have shead

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 smouldering bird



This is the girl

This is the girl

This is the girl