Magdalene

From the tips
Of the JUDAS tree
Her love bleeds

Je ne vais pas
mourir
Her eyes are wide with fear

I'm coming down
Out of your skin
I feel it now
And my senses are reeling

She feels old
And her hands are cold
Her heart is dry

She falls
She rises
She circles again

I'm coming down
Out of your skin
I feel it now
And my senses are reeling.