Christine - Marissa Nadler

When way back you were silver strung

And your eyes would gleam

They are gray in the daytime

Afraid in the falling pristine

They found you deep inside your den

They hoped to your bones

And then they scorched you to court you

But you’re firmly dying instead

What has become of you now that you fled?

Ohhh Ohh

Ohh Ohh Ohh

Ohh Ohh Ohh

By trading the serene

Where your earrings used to be

And you’re dancing like a beautiful figurine

Some say although it stuck in the sands of the time in between

Ohh Ohh

Ohh Ohh Ohh

Ohh Ohh Ohh

Get out of the knife clubs

And into the light

The sea will surround you

The sea will surround you

The sea will surround you

The sea which surrounds you

The sea will surround you

The sea will surround you

Get out of the knife clubs

And into the light

The sea will surround you

The sea which surrounds you

The sea which surrounds you

The sea which surrounds you

The sea which surrounds you

What has become of you now Christine?