Post by Julie on Mar 20, 2005 9:21:03 GMT -5
Sister Janet
Master Shaman I have come with my dolly from the shadow side with a demon and
an Englishman I'm my mother I'm my son Nobody else is slipping the blade in easy Nobody
else is slipping the blade in the Marmalade
All the angels All the wizards black and white are lighting candles in our hands
Can you feel them yes touching hands before our eyes And I can even see sweet
Marianne
Sister Janet you have come from the woman clothed with the sun Your veil is
quietly becoming none Call the wanderer He has gone and all those up there are
making it look so easy with your perfect wings A wing can cover all sorts of things
This again well I think I could try this once again
: Honey (live) - Tori Amos
Master Shaman I have come with my dolly from the shadow side with a demon and
an Englishman I'm my mother I'm my son Nobody else is slipping the blade in easy Nobody
else is slipping the blade in the Marmalade
All the angels All the wizards black and white are lighting candles in our hands
Can you feel them yes touching hands before our eyes And I can even see sweet
Marianne
Sister Janet you have come from the woman clothed with the sun Your veil is
quietly becoming none Call the wanderer He has gone and all those up there are
making it look so easy with your perfect wings A wing can cover all sorts of things
This again well I think I could try this once again
: Honey (live) - Tori Amos
