She was born under an iron cross,
With a tiger lily mother,
Always beating her chest.
And her father sat in the corner,
With his shot gun eyes,
Wait for anything to make him lose his mind.
Did you ever lose your mind?
We lost our minds.
So don't be ashamed.
Here in the mountain village home,
She washed his face,
Dressed in grey lace.
And from the whispering dome,
The echos called for a wing-id thing,
To carry his bones,
She carried his bones,
We carried you home
So don't be a fool.
She was born under an iron cross,
With a tiger lily mother,
Always beating her chest.
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022