Take me there to the west
for I've been waiting to see you
Hair slicked back with raindrops from her walk outside
It's good to be sad, sometimes.
No need to hide your doe eyes.
Red as the rose wrapped 'round her feet.
Yellow flower cup reflects on her chin.
Some would pay to know why.
Take me there to the west
for I've been waiting to see you
Buckets of blood fall from her eyes.
Tears burn right through the floor.
No one knows why, or understands how she can cry in this way.
The Episun must have take'd one of her eyes.
The Episun must have take'd one of her eyes.
The Episun must have take'd one of her eyes.
The Episun must have take'd one of her eyes.