Halo In Her Silhouette - The Virginmarys

She’s mirror-balled

A cut glass dance on white-washed walls

These images of thoughts she cannot share

Two burning coals

Her eyes like light through bullet holes

This hippy girl with nettles in her hair

And as she’s breathing in she’s bleeding out

Breaks it down with a fist of anarchy

She’s my anarchy

She’s an angel with a cigarette

See the smoke rings gather round her head

Cast a halo in her silhouette

There’s a halo in her silhouette

She soldiers on with no regret

Strips it down and makes a man of me

She’s my anarchy

Lost in time

And treading water in our mind

Torn between the chaos and control

She’s battle scarred

Packs a loaded gun with shooting stars

And fights for space within the prison walls

And as she’s breating in she’s screaming out

Breaks it down with a fist full of anarchy

She’s my anarchy

She’s an angel with a cigarette

See the smoke rings gather round her head

Cast a halo in her silhouette

There’s a halo in her silhouette

She soldiers on with no regret

Strips it down and makes a man of me

She makes a man of me

She’s my anarchy

She’s my anarchy

All will burn

All will burn

All you learn and all you earn

All will burn

All will burn

All will burn

All will burn

All will burn

All will burn

All will burn

All will burn

She’s an angel with a cigarette

See the smoke rings gather round her head

Cast a halo in her silhouette

There’s a halo in her silhouette

She soldiers on with no regret

Strips it down and makes a man of me