Here she comes, sailing for me
Just as she's gone, I forget what it means
I can feel her touch from miles away
I can drift through every word she seems to say
She sends bullets through my spine, and a dagger through my heart
She could burn me to the ground, and I'd forget where to start
Woman of grace, woman of beauty
I can sense your every movement shooting straight through me
Here she comes, coming for me
Just as she's come, I forget who to be
She's got the world in her hands, and the stars in her eyes
Finding all the tools to put on her next disguise
She looks on in fear at the future that will arise
She's already lost her will, and is lustful towards her own demise
Woman of beauty, woman of grace
Come and leave the world as it is, at your own free pace
Here she comes, sailing from me
Just as she's gone, surveying the seas