Christine

When way back you were silver strung
 And your eyes would gleam
 They are gray in the daytime
 Afraid in the falling pristine
 They found you deep inside your den
 They hoped to your bones
 And then they scorched you to court you
 But you're firmly dying instead
 What has become of you now that you fled?
 Ohhh Ohh
 Ohh Ohh Ohh
 Ohh Ohh Ohh
 By trading the serene
 Where your earrings used to be
 And you're dancing like a beautiful figurine
 Some say although it stuck in the sands of the time in between
 Ohh Ohh
 Ohh Ohh Ohh
 Ohh Ohh Ohh
 Get out of the knife clubs
 And into the light
 The sea will surround you
 The sea will surround you
 The sea will surround you
 The sea which surrounds you
 The sea will surround you
 The sea will surround you
 Get out of the knife clubs
 And into the light
 The sea will surround you
 The sea which surrounds you
 The sea which surrounds you
 The sea which surrounds you
 The sea which surrounds you
 What has become of you now Christine?