She Still Walks On Water paypal.me/aircrashdetectives
Verse
She sewed discourse
Of course
Was distraught
But never thought
When she slept
With an astronaut
She would make it
To the moon and back
She suffered loss
Of course
And an angry heart
Is like fine art
The melancholy
Won’t surface
Until the secondhand smoke
Yellow’s her face
She walks with a purpose
Of course
Like she owns
The fucken place
But nobody wants
To be around
When the plane she be flying in
Is coming down
She had a son
Of course
She has a daughter
Never thought
About all the little lambs
That still go to the slaughter
Or how many days we fought
Right after the alter
Pre -Chorus
Sometimes it burns
Rub some more
Salt into the wound
Do we need a day
Of mourning for the nation
After all the flowers
That you bought for her
The carnations like
To self-destruct
Whilst the lilies are all about
A little self-preservation
Chorus
And when this baby start to burn
As far as you are concerned
Rub a little more salt on her
She still walks on water
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