| That cold March I walked in alone behind the veil of my own sorrow And died That december I walked out behind the shadow of my own fear And was reborn I know now that we always Die alone And are reborn alone And that I don't live for me anymore, I am dead I live for them, because I left them I am not a girl, inturrupted But a girl, resurected Waiting for them to return from Sheol to real things So that I may return to my grave |
| GIRL, RESURECTED |