Christine

When way back you were silver strung And your eyes would gleam They are gray in the daytime Afraid in the falling pristine They found you deep inside your den They hoped to your bones And then they scorched you to court you But you're firmly dying instead What has become of you now that you fled? Ohhh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh By trading the serene Where your earrings used to be And you're dancing like a beautiful figurine Some say although it stuck in the sands of the time in between Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Get out of the knife clubs And into the light The sea will surround you The sea will surround you The sea will surround you The sea which surrounds you The sea will surround you The sea will surround you Get out of the knife clubs And into the light The sea will surround you The sea which surrounds you The sea which surrounds you The sea which surrounds you The sea which surrounds you What has become of you now Christine?