Music: Kadhja Mari Bonet
Her gowns of gossamer
With sea blown in her hair
Ribbons left undone
Skin the color copper
She comes without a call
And doesn't say a word
Looking glass impaired
Candidly you watch it
Oh! If I don't look there
Will I still feel bare, will it show my secrets?
Oh! If I don't confess
Will I have regrets, will it shape my futureοΌ
She sets a tarot card
A fool lies on his face
Lost despite his own
Compass yielding pocket
He can't be guided though
To get out of his way
He'd just say, Oh
If I just dismiss all the strengths I've missed
They will fall behind me
If I can just ignore all the faults in store
I can fool my future
Bring me love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, Love
So many restless nights I brought unto myself
Ah, preparracion presentra puisance
The power lies in that you get just what you give
If I would do my best, no regard for perfect
I can bare my deepest
If I would do my best, no regard for perfect
I can guide my future
I am love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
She flipped the tarot card and bent a smile that said
Ah, preparation presentera puissance
The world was made for those who can begin again, ah