Tori Amos - Sister Janet Lyrics
Master shaman, I have come with my dolly from the shadow sideWith a demon and an englishman. Im my mother, Im my sonNobody else is slipping the blade in easyNobody else is slipping the blade in the marmaladeBut all the angels and all the wizards, black and whiteAre lighting candles in our handsCan you feel them, yes, touching hands before our eyesAnd I can even see sweet marianneSister janet, you have come from the woman clothed with the sunYour veil is quietly becoming none. call the wanderer, he has goneAll those up there are making it look so easyWith your perfect wingsA wing can cover all sorts of thingsHey, yes this again, well I think I could try this once againBut all the angels and all the wizards, black and whiteAre lighting candles in our handsCan you feel them, yes, touching hands before our eyesAnd I can even see sweet marianne