This Is the Girl LyricsThis is the girl for whom all tears fall
This is the girl who was having a ball
Just a dark smear masking the eyes
Spirited away buried in sighs
This is the girl who crossed the line
This is the song about smothering vine
Twisted a laurel to crown her head
Laid as a wreath upon her bed
This is the girl
This the blood that turned into wine
This is the wine of the house it is said
This is the girl who yearned to be heard
So much for cradling a smoldering bird
This is the girl. This is the girl
This is the girl for whom all tears fall
This is the girl who was having a ball
This is the laurel to crown her head
This is the wine of the house it is said
This the blood that turned into wine
This is the wine of the house it is said
This is the girl who cried to be heard
So much for cradling a smothering bird
This is the girl. This is the girl1
