Solstafir
Her Fall From Grace
West coast kid, born in '85
Played with crabs and bones
Horses and elves in stones
Walked through fields of snow
Hill after hill to home
Only sound is the raven
Guides here until the sun goes down
She drags her feet across the water
Said "I'm doing fine"
Lights a candle for the journey
Might be the last goodbye
She wanted to go
Little west coast kid, born in '85
Played with crabs and bones
Horses and elves in stones
She wanted to go
From Paroles Mania