virginia

• bir tori amos sarkisi:
  
  in the lush virginia hills
  they kept her as long as they could
  cause they knew when the white brother found
  white shell beads wrapped around her
  skin - a life giving river - her body open
  as will his hand
  and with a "goodbye" there she goes
  
  she may betray
  all that she loves
  and even wait for
  their savior to come
  and in some things,
  maybe he'll be right
  but as always
  the thing that he loves
  he will change from her
  sunwise to clockwise
  to soul trading
  still she'll lay down her body
  covering him all the same
  
  so hundreds of years go by
  (the red road carved up by sharp knife)
  she's a girl out working her trade
  and she loses a little each day
  to ghetto pimps and presidents
  who try and arouse her turquoise serpents
  she can't recall what they represent
  and when you ask, she won't know
  
  she will betray
  all that she loves
  and even wait for
  their savior to come
  and in some things,
  maybe he'll be right
  but as always
  the thing that he loves
  he will change from her
  sunwise to clockwise
  to soul trading
  still she'll lay down her body
  covering him all the same
  
  oh virginia do you remember
  when the land held your hand
  oh virginia she will let you back in
  oh virginia you can't remember your name