Sima

Shes a rose in the desert , and velvet black eyes
Shes an angel beneath the brittle clear skies
She should be laughter and pigtails, couldnt be more than nine years old at the most
Still shes walking the desert with eyes like a ghost
Still shes walking the desert with eyes like a ghost

She clings to my hand in this runaway land
As we walk to the temple cross the mercyless sand
Now I dont know where she came from and I dont know where shes been
If this lake is so holy whys salvation so thin
If this lake is so holy whys salvation so thin

Sima says, wont you take me home
Sima says, wont you be my mum, oh
Sima says, wont you take me home
Ill be good, Ill be good
Ill be good, Ill be, oh so good

Now Im down on my knees in the dark of the night
Lord I shouldve saved her, I shouldve done what was right
Now I dont know where shes sleeping and I dont know whos with her
If theres a God somewhere out there please say hes walking with her
Lord if your angels are out there please send them walking with her

Sima says, wont you take me home
Sima says, wont you be my mum, oh
Sima says, must have done something wrong
Ill do better, Ill do better
Ill be good, Ill be, oh so good

And I wish I had taken her out of that hole
Now her eyes are forever engraved in my soul
As we walked cross the sand in her runawayland
Where my Sima now walks all alone, all alone