Anchoress Letra

What a mess

And your eyelids have started to run



Lina I cannot forget

Your father will see red

Your husband cannot know

He'll bring us our deaths

On some different stage

In a terrible shame

Father and husband would both find a grave



He's holding your hair like strings

This puppeteer's secret wings



Lioness

We are waiting in ballrooms and banquets

For one glance

For the slightest sleight of your skin



Aiko brilliant and bright

We'll escape this tonight

I cannot I am loyal with fright

They're dressed in our clothes

Tied up in the snow

When they're found

We'll be nowhere they know



He's holding your hair like strings

This puppeteer's secret wings

But what if these scissors slip

Could you cut them all to bits?

Anchoress?