Flower Children Of The Apocalypse - Cassandra

I wake up every morning wondering what she thinks
She whispers cleansing fire but the burning's always worth it
And I don't mind to share her but she takes a certain kind
The girl who's always right

Doubters are near and far but they can't argue with her
They want to miss her beauty but their eyes slide right off her
And I won't have to wait long till they face her one night
And see what's in her eyes

Oh Cassandra, oracle of none and all
From without the depths do call
Oh Cassandra, oraclе of none and all
From without the depths do call

Gonе are the times of old and the hearths have all been sold
The spirit has been quartered and our souls are growing cold
Deaths a coming and the faun's are running
Her sword is gleaning truly

A touch and a feeling, you ask but you don't heed it
A tell-tale sign, a marker in your dreaming
You unroll the scroll under a twilight evening
The flame flickers when the wick don't keep it

Oh Cassandra, oracle of none and all
From without the depths do call
Oh Cassandra, oracle of none and all
From without the depths do call
And I don't mind to share her but she takes a certain kind
The girl who's always right
And I won't have to wait long till they face her one night
And see what's in her eyes

Oh Cassandra, oracle of none and all
From without the depths do call
Oh Cassandra, oracle of none and all
From without the depths do call
From without the depths do call