Boudiccea 歌词

	作曲 : Faith & The Muse
	It's the impossibility of Womanhood that vexes me.
	The child bride symbol
	The ability to read eyes and minds -
	Curves more fluid than desert waves,
	The tiny bones of the wrist,
	The organic movement to paint the lips.
	But the heart
	A woman's heart
	Much older than the hollow'd trees.
	I am the Queen who fell upon her sword,
	My servants and descendants each took their turn a glorious wave.
	But anger is such energy, beautiful if controlled,
	A slow simmer, the sharpening of teeth.
	But the heart
	A woman's heart
	Has the patience of the black, black sea.
	Our hands are tied.
	Our voices mute.
	Such was our fate when they cut off our head.
	Little sisters You seem so estranged.
	Some may dress and act the glamour'd part but they'll never have
	A woman's heart
	A woman's heart
	Burns deadlier than the sleeping beast.
	Hang your head in shame
	Every time you break another woman's heart.

	zuo qu : Faith The Muse
	It' s the impossibility of Womanhood that vexes me.
	The child bride symbol
	The ability to read eyes and minds
	Curves more fluid than desert waves,
	The tiny bones of the wrist,
	The organic movement to paint the lips.
	But the heart
	A woman' s heart
	Much older than the hollow' d trees.
	I am the Queen who fell upon her sword,
	My servants and descendants each took their turn a glorious wave.
	But anger is such energy, beautiful if controlled,
	A slow simmer, the sharpening of teeth.
	But the heart
	A woman' s heart
	Has the patience of the black, black sea.
	Our hands are tied.
	Our voices mute.
	Such was our fate when they cut off our head.
	Little sisters You seem so estranged.
	Some may dress and act the glamour' d part but they' ll never have
	A woman' s heart
	A woman' s heart
	Burns deadlier than the sleeping beast.
	Hang your head in shame
	Every time you break another woman' s heart.

	zuò qǔ : Faith The Muse
	It' s the impossibility of Womanhood that vexes me.
	The child bride symbol
	The ability to read eyes and minds
	Curves more fluid than desert waves,
	The tiny bones of the wrist,
	The organic movement to paint the lips.
	But the heart
	A woman' s heart
	Much older than the hollow' d trees.
	I am the Queen who fell upon her sword,
	My servants and descendants each took their turn a glorious wave.
	But anger is such energy, beautiful if controlled,
	A slow simmer, the sharpening of teeth.
	But the heart
	A woman' s heart
	Has the patience of the black, black sea.
	Our hands are tied.
	Our voices mute.
	Such was our fate when they cut off our head.
	Little sisters You seem so estranged.
	Some may dress and act the glamour' d part but they' ll never have
	A woman' s heart
	A woman' s heart
	Burns deadlier than the sleeping beast.
	Hang your head in shame
	Every time you break another woman' s heart.

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