Curled in the belly of an ancient goddess
I paint my songs in colors of darkness
Diamond shaped notes dance in sadness
It's my sacred place inside my own madness
I paint my songs in colors of darkness
Diamond shaped notes dance in sadness
It's my sacred place inside my own madness
Stripped of reality I retreat to dwell
I become the song that I sing so well
The wings of my soul will wear a veil
While chanting a story and telling a tale
I become the song that I sing so well
The wings of my soul will wear a veil
While chanting a story and telling a tale
My melody glides in the clouds to soar
Tuck me away to awake no more
I feel at peace with this metaphor
Inside yon belly; she's the goddess ofyore
I feel at peace with this metaphor
Inside yon belly; she's the goddess of
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