Halls of Sarah

A childless widow of a nation You cry like guns across the water Yet we expect you to bring springtime, it isn't fair Searchlights wither in your hair You are a silent movie, Sarah Men build their industries around you Diverting rivers of your hair They're looking for their own reflection You're left to die of exposure, Sarah Sarah with the beaten heart Sarah with the mouth of stone Sarah with the - You are a silent movie, Sarah Let her go, the light is fading I cry like guns across the water She didn't ask to be your remake or your muse We're parasites inside her blues Sarah with the beaten heart Sarah with the mouth of stone I call but there is no one home Sarah with the beaten heart Sarah with the mouth of stone I call but there is only echo From a recording machine Screaming "Haunt your own vampire dreams!" You see our poets (poets) Do an odious business Loving womankind (womankind) As lions love Christians, so Who are you to deny? Who are you to deny them, Sarah? (Sarah) (Sarah) (Sarah) (Sarah) (Sarah) (Echo, echo) Round and round and round and round and round