Porcelain Princess from Portals by Sharon Knight

Musty old attic, where nobody goes
Moth eaten curtains hide greasy windows
Day after day, I call this my home
In a box made of cedar and cast away hope

But when the blanket of twilight falls
Beckoned we are by the curtain call
You pull my strings and I arch to your will
Entwined in a dance made to thrill

I come alive in your arms
My chipped china cheeks grow crimson and warm
I come alive at the warmth of your hand in mine
With every breath I take, harder my heart can break
I am your Porcelain Princess no more

Now you have met a flesh and blood girl
She smells of peach blossoms and absinthe and yearning
Honey wine hair, and breath of warm spring
The lust in your eyes sets me burning

What must it feel like to be so alive
With a coal hot fire that smolders inside
If you could but see how our dance quickens me
I’ve the heart of a lion in winter time

I come alive in your arms
My chipped china cheeks grow crimson and warm
I come alive at the warmth of your hand in mine
With every breath I take, harder my heart can break
I am your Porcelain Princess no more

• Celtic
• Folk
• acoustic
• pagan
• rock
• Oakland