January 12, 2012 - 7:50pm — Rutilus
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Eleanor, she kissed my worn and weathered fingertips
And when I asked her to she laughed and kissed my lips
I was a lucky boy, I couldn't see the trees
I saw the forest and she had me on my knees
She took me places that a boy should not have been
She told me all the things that she had ever seen
Sometimes she took me out to dance among the flowers
We spent all night together, talked and sang for hours
Eleanor, she was Crowley's master thief
Eleanor, she brought the son of Christ beneath
Eleanor, she kept me warm and kept me clean
Eleanor, living reflection of a dream
Sometimes she seemed so strong and yet there were the nights
She'd sit me down and she'd confess to me her frights
Afraid she'd live too long, she asked me if I'd come
She asked me if I'd die before life had begun
Eleanor, she kissed my fingertips
When I left, I left my promise on her lips
I wrapped my arms around her waist, around her hips
I promised I'd be back again for her
Eleanor, when I left she was a broken little girl
She showed me awful, awful things
I don't remember what was wrong inside her world
But I remember, I remember how she sings.
