Lyrics: Freya Ridings
Music: Freya Ridings
The whites of her eyes
Would be strange and delightful
Reflective like mother of pearl
She's got a smile
That can make people die
An angel down in our world
Swan feathers in shoulder blades
How I long to say
I could know your face
But, oh, heaven feels miles away
Over the clouds and planes
Over the sea and waves
'Cause, oh god, I never got to know
The kind of woman you'd be
Blonde hair standing next to me
Oh, tiny warrior queen
Wrapped in white cotton sheets
A sister in arms to me
She'd love funny movies
And blueberry smoothie bowls
Stealing clothes out of my drawers
We'd fight and we'd scream
Till we're red in the cheeks
Then run back like watercolours
Swan feathers in shoulder blades
How I long to say
I could know your face
But, oh, heaven feels miles away
Over the clouds and planes
Over the sea and waves
'Cause, oh god, I never got to know
The kind of woman you'd be
Blonde hair standing next to me
Oh, tiny warrior queen
Wrapped in white cotton sheets
A sister in arms to me
You had the fieriest, kindest of mothers
And the best of men, your father and brother
Would have spent a life loving each other
And as I sit here now, I'm not left to wonder
'Cause, oh god, I think I kind of know
The kind of woman you'd be
Blonde hair standing next to me
Oh, she's a vision in green
On the silver screen
A sister in arms to me
The whites of her eyes
Would be strange and delightful
Reflective like mother of pearl
She's got a smile
That can make people die
An angel down in our world