Lyrics: Suzanne Clachair. Romance. Hymn To Her.

Let me inside you into your room
I've heard it's lined with the
things you don't show
Lay me beside you, down on the floor
I've been your lover from the womb to the tomb
I dress as your daughter when the
moon becomes round
You'll be my mother when everything's gone

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She will always carry on
Something is lost. Something is
found
They will keep on speaking her name
Some things change. Some stay the same
Keep beckoning to me
from behind that closed door
The maiden, the mother and the
crone that's grown old
I hear your voice coming out of
that hole
I listen to you and I want some more
I listen to you and I want some more

Chorus

Let me inside you into your room
I've heard it's lined with the
Things you don't show
Lay me beside you down on the floor
I've been your lover from the womb to the tomb
I dress as your daughter when the moon becomes round
You'll be my mother when everything's gone

Chorus