Walking past the steps to her church
Holds her breath and squeezes shut her eyes
Nothing, no one can protect her
From this curse that keeps her up at night
She holds his hand tight
One by one, her enemies try
To approach her and unfold her clothes
She begins to wonder around them
Kissing cheeks and showing smiles wide
She holds his hand tight
With one swing of the hand, she sings
And old men start their crying
Pictures of her future ring
When children come to see them
So when the devil licks your lips
You pray to god you're living
The whisper in your eyes still burn
So hold his hand, hold his hand tight
Takes to the streets and presses onward
Selling songs and making up her life
Perfect weather meets her footstep
Rain falls as she looks up toward sky
She holds his hand tight
With every word she speaks in vain
They open their cathedrals
The song of man speaks truth to her
Yet she remains unbroken
We found her in the tomb of some old hag who lost her freedom
Through healthy man and loved ones lost
She held his hand, held his hand tight
Inside this maze lay a wasteland
Of the singing she who be a maze child
We find she's gone again
She saw and took a friend
She holds his hand tight