Paroles de Floating Towards Distress
She runs to the river down belowTowards a boat under a willow
Away from the mirror, the loom and the tower
Where she yearned for him, hour after hour
Under a sky like a dark blue dome
Stands the queen of loneliness
A skin as white as the rivers foam
Which tips the hem of her dress
A crown of a pearl garland she wore
Blinking to Camelot in moonlight
To which she stares, through tears
Tears that are clouding her sight
A forlorn goddess
Seeking for her God
Carving in the stern
The lady Shallot
Like a prophet seeing the entire future
She looses the chain
While death stretches its hand and lures
Seizing her to gain
Paralysed and in distress, she floats Like her life
Undone...
A skin as white as the rivers foam
Which tips the hem of her dress
A crown of a pearl garland she wore
Blinking to Camelot in moonlight
To which she stares, through tears
Tears that are clouding her sight
A forlorn goddess
Seeking for her God
Carving in the stern
The lady Shallot
Like a prophet seeing the entire future
She looses the chain
While death stretches its hand and lures
Seizing her to gain
Paralysed and in distress, she floats Like her life
Undone...
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