Tragic Beauty

She whispers low and makes you shiver
She’s a wild child
She drifts right by and takes the glitter
From around your eyes
And stays just a while to turn the seasons and the tide
Pins and needles up your spine
From the ghost of a rose
And away she blows
She whispers low and makes you shiver
She’s a wild child
She drifts right by and takes the glitter
From around your eyes
She whispers low
Those icy eyes wordly wise
And you only feel the faintest chill and still you freeze
She whispers low and makes you shiver
She’s a wild child
She drifts right by and takes the glitter
From around your eyes