Miss Divine Songtext
von Tipula

Miss divine
Miss Devine she let herself float
By the shore where busy people hide
All along she let her half boat
Sink behind her, now on waves she rides
Missed behind she runs the high tide
Never looking back on all that′s gone
Peace in mind her salty tears dry
Right as rain and deep as soul moves on
Seven 100 years have passed


She hasn't got a thing to lose
Though she knows that it′ll last till
Body aches and heart is bruised
Misty vines around her hands tie
Habits into knots, the wind she blows
Mystified fall in to her dark eyes
Ever drifting by as on she goes
Seven 100 years have passed
She hasn't got a thing to lose
Though she knows that it'll last, still

Body aches and heart is bruised