Russian Doll
Rainbow child
Finds applause
She takes her time, in the poplar trees
The perfect girl, for a fragile world
She sees it all as a Russian doll
Orphan song, and streetlight anthems
Cancer hooks, and strobe light dancing
Line my face, with muddy hands
Be my weather woman, for all confessions
She sees it all as a Russian doll
Peel it off slowly
Your wooden amour
(She looks inside and nothing else matters)
Writer/s: MARK BERUBE
