And the Maiden Spoke
She was born in 1617
She tasted like the wind always chasing her dreams
She was a tortured soul in pain
She whispered this dark refrain
"You're not alone, so never be afraid
We are the cold and beautiful, you are the blue insane
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs, and runs away
Sometimes she makes yourself known to those unaware
And the Maiden spoke
In stuttered streams
As if her soul was dead
She spoke of nothing
She is the infinite
She is the deranged
Her sorrow drips the blood
Of the unfortunate and pained
She was a shameless soul stranded in the rain
Her redemption never came, as she slowly went insane
Sometimes she whispers in my ear
There's nothing to be afraid of
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs
And the Maiden spoke
In stuttered streams
As if her soul was gone
She spoke from the land beyond
And the maiden spoke to me
Sometimes you whisper in my ears
There's nothing to be afraid of
Sometimes you move the chairs downstairs
And the Maiden spoke
Inside my shattered dreams
As if her soul was gone
She spoke of the land beyond
She was just another system slave
Just another system slave
Being led to the grave
She tasted like the wind always chasing her dreams
She was a tortured soul in pain
She whispered this dark refrain
"You're not alone, so never be afraid
We are the cold and beautiful, you are the blue insane
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs, and runs away
Sometimes she makes yourself known to those unaware
And the Maiden spoke
In stuttered streams
As if her soul was dead
She spoke of nothing
She is the infinite
She is the deranged
Her sorrow drips the blood
Of the unfortunate and pained
She was a shameless soul stranded in the rain
Her redemption never came, as she slowly went insane
Sometimes she whispers in my ear
There's nothing to be afraid of
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs
And the Maiden spoke
In stuttered streams
As if her soul was gone
She spoke from the land beyond
And the maiden spoke to me
Sometimes you whisper in my ears
There's nothing to be afraid of
Sometimes you move the chairs downstairs
And the Maiden spoke
Inside my shattered dreams
As if her soul was gone
She spoke of the land beyond
She was just another system slave
Just another system slave
Being led to the grave
Credits
Writer(s): Warrel George Baker, Jeffrey Allen Loomis
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