Silurian Woman do you know where you're from?
Is your hair wild, wind-whipped and loosely hung?
Is the skin on your brow kissed by the sun, has it stained, has it left such charming rungs?
She's a full spectrum of a human woman
But it never feels that way
She combs through her heirs with the graces she learned from a book in her younger days
But she forgets the words
Nostalgia's a killer in her mind, she lives in the past all the time, and it hurts where she stands
Those fingers so tender and cruel were meant to tap ivories at a conservatoire school
And you look where she is
Now she's left with no mother at all, she's gone and no longer living
And yet she's left with no lover at all
Just a man to do all her bidding
And even he is gone
She said, she said, she said to me
'I'm not living for life
I'm not living for me
And if I were too I'd be dead on my feet
So me and my maker decided to leave it to fate and her cruel ways
'I'm gonna leave it alone' said she 'I'm gonna leave it alone'