Oh! Hark! - Lisa Mitchell
Once again I leave my grave
Dirt and daisies hit the pave
No sooner than I have turned
I hear the devil cooking
Up a new storm
My world ends on a regular basis
Yeah I fed quick and lonesome places
No sooner that I am dead
I feel the ravens tugging at my hair
Oh Hark
Do you a hear a voice like
Velvet through the night sky
Do you hear the fickle hand
Of fate at my side
And all those the goddesses
Of hope in your stride
And watch out
Watch for them camouflaged
And crouched in the shadows
Oh they couldn't hold a
Candle up to you
But they stand as tall as
You in broad daylight too
Oh Hark
Once again I leave my grave
And dirt and daisies hit the pave
But no sooner than I am dead
I feel the ravens tugging at my hair
Once again I leave my grave
Like a bird out of its cage
No sooner that I have won
I feel the storm clouds plotting
Against the sun
Oh Hark
Do you a hear a voice like
Velvet through the night sky
Do you hear the fickle hand
Of fate in my side
And are those the goddesses
Of hope in your stride
And watch out
Watch for them camouflaged and
Crouched in the shadows
Oh they couldn't hold a
Candle up to you
But they stand as tall as you
In broad daylight too
Oh Hark
Oh Hark
Do you a hear a voice
Like velvet through the night sky
Do you hear the fickle hand
Of fate at my side
And are those the goddesses
Of hope in your stride
And watch out
Watch for them camouflaged
And crouched in the shadows
Oh they couldn't hold a
Candle up to you
But they stand as tall as
You in broad daylight too
Oh Hark
Oh Hark
