Joan of Arc Lyrics by Even Briar
My feet are freezing in the cold
I’ve heard a million stories told
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My feet are freezing in the cold
I’ve heard a million stories told
We would wear lace on a steam train
We would pick irises in the rain
Taken my seat
Show is beginning
So, i’ve got ink on my hands
I’ve cancelled all my plans
Think about golden palaces
Think about a holy mosaic floor
Spit it out
There are not stitches on your mouth
She thinks she knows everything about herself
But she doesn’t know nothing at all
I’m giving you all of my good luck
Make sure that they can’t see us
Oh landmine lover of mine
I barely touched you and you blew me sky high
Soldier, soldier
Won’t you marry me?