lola

When Madeline appeared it always rained,
the people locked their houses,
drew the curtains,
prayed and painted crosses on their doors.
They wondered who would be the next for last respects,
began rehearsing,
dressed in black with white carnations,
weeping till their eyes were sore.

Madeline would feel their sorrow,
she only wanted friends.
But the lady's doomed to wander
till the very end - till the end of time.

It's just the price she had to pay for life eternal
and she's sorry, and she's lonely --
would love to make amends.
But where Madeleine appears it always rains, the people lock their houses,
draw the curtains,
pray it won't be them --
wandering till the end of time.

We gather in a strict formation,
hold hands in a circle
and at twilight we all walk around the stones.
And spirits dance, and bodies roll,
hallucinations curtsey as the river priestess
consecrates the bones.

And that's the way it will be
'til the end of time . . .