My Magdalene

She´s been waiting for her father´s mercy
that idol that came stepping from the sky
like those before and those to come
she´s counting all her chickens
she´s setting them and counting
´fore the hatchin´s even done
Heavenly favours cannot end her longing
she´s settled on that honey-coloured hell
tarred and feathered brethren
try pushing her to glory
they´re pushing her to follow them
and drink from heaven´s well
Well it´s all for one, but none for her
she´s choking on the glamour and the glare
well i picked this orchard
like the gospels only tree
and faced this rich illusion on a dare
she breaks my skin
my magdalene
Her mother is watching while she´s growing
and losing all the color in her face
cherry coke and apple pie won´t make her daughter happy
she´s chasing dragons in her dreams
and sleeping through the weeks
Well it´s all for one, but none for her
she´s drawning in the glamour and the sin
well i picked this orchard till the trees were dry and bare
and watched her die
my lovely magdalene