Let me inside you,
Into your room.
I´ve heard it´s lined,
With the things you don´t show.
Lay me beside you,
Down on the floor.
I´ve been your lover, from the womb to the tomb.
I´´ dress as your daughter, when the moon becomes round.
You´ll be my mother, when everything´s gone.
She will always carry on
Something is lost, something is found.
They will keep on speaking her name
Something´s changed, some stay the same.
Keep beckoning to me,
From behind that closed door,
The maiden, the mother, and the crone that´s grown old.
I hear your voice,
coming out of that hole.
I listen to you,
and I want some more.
I listen to you,
and I want some more.
She will always carry on.
Something is lost, something is found.
They will keep on speaking her name,
Some things changed, some stay the same.
Let me inside you,
Into your room.
I´ve heard it´s lined,
With the things that you don´t show.
Lay me beside you,
Down on the floor,
I´ve been your lover from the womb to the tomb.
I´ve dresed your daughter, when the moon becomes round.
You´ll be my mother, when everything´s gone.
She will always carry on.
Something is lost, something is found.
They will keep on speaking her name,
Some things changed, some stay the same
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