the pretty things
she's a lover
She takes the moon and stars To wear as her disguise. Then catching cosmic rays She uses them for eyes. She's a lover And you know she's coming through She's a lover And you know she's coming through With warm breezes She will wipe away the sigh. In the green folds of her skirt A tired traveller lies, She's a lover and you know she's coming through ... There below the grey stone walls Behind the hill she waits for you. Painted on a field of corn Strange messages she leaves for you. She sheds her summer dress Fearing it displeases you Amid the white silk melting forest Where she flew. She's a lover And you know she's coming through ..... Across the wooded plains The wild geese have fled. Beneath the splintered stones Her anger seeps through red. She's a lover and you know she's coming through ... 