Verse 1:
I went to the mountains where god used to pray
I was a child, I'm not today
You were of 17 years I was told
I was to young to make judgments of old
I was immortal, but I was in need
You took me for granted, and made me believe
That I was in love and, the world was at peace
But now I'm withdrawn and, nothing is what it seems
Chorus:
Oh heaven look back on tomorrow, and bleed
I'm what you call a woman of the East
Verse 2:
My friends think I'm crazy for thinking this way
Believing in magic and signs to save
But a stranger once told me the world will fold
To a house on a hill my descendants will know
And I met a man once, in a garden by a field
He worked for my fathers, and drove me to steal
He said, "I'm the devil. If you want to believe."
He said, "I can't love you, I'm just in for the deed."
credits
from Woman of the East,
released December 1, 2013
Music and lyrics written by Danielle Steward
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