This is the Girl. for whom all tears fall. This is the Girl. who was having a ball. just a dark smear masking the eyes. spirited away hurrying inside. This is the Girl. that crossed the bind. This is the song about smouthering vine. Twisted as laurels to crown her head. raised as a reef upon her bed. This is the Girl. This the blind that turned in wine. This is the wine of the house it is said. This is the Girl who Yearned to be heard. So Much for cradling a smouldering bird. This is the Girl x2. This is the Girl. for whom all tears fall. This is the Girl. who was having a ball. This is the Girl. for whom all tears have shead. This is the Wine of the House it is said. This the blind that turned in wine. This is the wine of the house it is said. This is the Girl who Yearned to be heard. So Much for cradling a smouldering bird. This is the Girlx x3