She has dancer's legs and eyes that glow like Mexico.
She moves like fireflies though Jackson Pollock's southern skies.
She's falling like dominos, where she lands nobody knows.
Her hair rolls like waterfalls, golden tears she never shows.
She is counting on lunar rings
Though she's never been one for astronomy.
She is shivering in the northern wind,
She is begging, begging to begin.
She's counting lunar rings though she's never been one for astronomy.
She's shivering in the wind, begging, begging to begin.
She's been six years on the road in search of Jericho.
She's taken refuge in a vision of calypso.
She lost her lover who was both forbidden and estranged.
She charts the planets to see if things will ever change.
She is counting on lunar rings
Though she's never been one for astronomy.
She is shivering in the northern wind,
She is begging, begging to begin.
She's counting lunar rings though she's never been one for astronomy.
She's shivering in the wind, begging, begging to begin.