Alice

She flies over head
Comes down too soon
I feel her when november comes
She stays till the end of june

i stole her candles
wax on the floor
bad luck abuses and curses
she shall come back for more

i dont know where i am
i cant fly to land
as i look back on you and your grave
i can see from where i once began...

your wings broke way too soon
you said you'll gather some feathers
and you wished to fly, overhead
one day closer still, to the end...

worship,worship, worship
hide and seek and pray
like the thoughts in my head
you often stray...

i can try to say goodbye,
for i dont know what i was looking for...
life spinning free as druish's whirl,
thank you for being that kind of girl...