Song Description
Not everyone is born with a silver-spoon...
Song Length |
3:00 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
Tempo |
Non 4/4 |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Moving, Distressed |
Subject |
Loneliness |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The northern lights flickered and tortured the sky
The petals fell off a rose
Uncommonly wickedly rivals would cry
Two twin sisters to juxtapose
She sat down beside him and touched his bare skin
He vowed that he never would leave
But ratlike the pilgrim committed a sin
with a jack of hearts up his sleeve
(Ch.)
The daughter of madness
was born into sadness
and looked at the sky with a smile
A natural enchantress
Her hurting was endless
A heart sensibly infantile
She's deep in the swamps like a child with a shrine
Regrettfully praying for peace
She's out chasing goosebumps all wild and benign
Remorselessly slaying the beasts
(Ch.)
The daughter of madness
was born into sadness
and looked at the sky with a smile
A natural enchantress
Her hurting was endless
A heart sensibly infantile
A heart sensibly infantile