Lyrics: Isabel Munoz-Newsome/James Neville/Henry Brown/John Tomoya Forster/Nicholas Owen
Music: Isabel Munoz-Newsome/James Neville/Henry Brown/John Tomoya Forster/Nicholas Owen
I know you, I know you
I know you don't think about that soul
Go take your chance
Put your money where your mouth is
I just wanna die
And if it takes a little time
To go slow or it go off
Yeah believe me I've been trying
Since I was a little child
Come to me, come to me...
Come, come to faith...
Priestess, priestess...
Priestess, priestess when alone...
Who made you?
Who made you?
Who made you so clear and strong?
Cut from clay and stone
Electricity flows through your spine and shoulders
In the night when we're alone
It must be hard, you're being so statues
People just wanna look
Priestess, priestess, come to me...
Priestess, priestess, come to me...
Priestess, priestess, come to me...
Priestess, priestess, come to me...
Priestess, priestess, come to me...
Priestess, priestess, come to me...
Priestess, priestess, come to me...
Priestess, priestess, come to me...