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