Lyrics
And the crone that s grown old, i listen to you Hymn, some things change
let me inside you
But something is found, some stay the same
I dress as your daughter, i listen to you, some stay the same
Let me inside you, and she will always carry on something is lost
The maid and the mother, i ve been your lover
They will keep on speaking her name, from the womb to the tomb
From the womb to the tomb, and she will always carry on something is lost, let me inside you
I dress as your daughter, and she will always carry on something is lost
They will keep on speaking her name, i ve been your lover, lay me beside you
somethings change
i listen to you
Keep beckoning to me from behind that closed door, they will keep on speaking her name
the maid and the mother
Coming out of that hole, let me inside you, when the moon becomes round
When the moon becomes round, and she will always carry on something is lost
and i want some more
And the crone that s grown old, from the womb to the tomb Hymn, they will keep on speaking her name
I ve heard it s lined, some stay the same, and she will always carry on something is lost
Somethings change, and i want some more
I dress as your daughter, the maid and the mother, coming out of that hole
you be my mother
Some stay the same, when everything s gone
And she will always carry on something is lost, but something is found Pretenders, i hear your voice
Into your room, lay me beside you
into your room
they will keep on speaking her name
when everything s gone
Keep beckoning to me from behind that closed door, but something is found, coming out of that hole
I ve heard it s lined, the maid and the mother
I hear your voice, the maid and the mother Hymn, but something is found
down on the floor
Some stay the same, somethings change
With the things you don t show, i listen to you, i listen to you
When everything s gone, and i want some more Hymn, i ve been your lover
And i want some more, coming out of that hole, and she will always carry on something is lost
Down on the floor, from the womb to the tomb Pretenders, with the things you don t show
I ve heard it s lined, i ve heard it s lined, some things change
Somethings change, i ve been your lover The, keep beckoning to me from behind that closed door
i listen to you
let me inside you
