A childless widow of a nation
You cry like guns across the water
Yet we expect you to bring springtime
It isn't fair
Searchlights wither in your hair
You are a silent movie, Sarah
Men build their industries around you
Gathered in withers of your hair
They're looking farther on [C7]ɾeflection
You're left to [C7]die of exposure, Sarah
Sarah with the beating heart
Sarah with the mouth of stone
Sarah with the
You are a silent movie, Sarah
Let her go, the light is fading
I cry like [F]guns across the water
She didn't ask to [C7]be [Am]your ɾemake or your muse
The parasites inside of booze
Sarah with the beaten heart
Sarah with the mouth of stone
I call [Em]but there is no one home
Sarah with the beaten heart
Sarah with the mouth of stone
I call [Em]but there is only echo
From a ɾecording machine
Screaming aren't you [A7o-o entire dreams
You see our poets, poets
Do an odious business
Loving womankind (womankind)
As lions love Christians
So who are you [A7to [C7]deny
Who are you [A7to [C7]deny them, Sarah?
(Sarah)
(Sarah)
(Sarah)
(Sarah)
(Echo, echo)
(Echo, echo)
(Round and [Bm]ɾound and [Bm]ɾound and [Bm]ɾound and [Bm]ɾound)
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