Benjamin played the riff, Jordan sang the lyric. It happened quick and we caught it.
Where do I find myself at such an hour
At my bruised feet falls the petal of a flower
Only a scent so sweet
Can heal my wound so deep
Under a creeping heat I feel myself cower
She’s too delicate to touch
I fear she might break
Lady Pocahontas, wait’s by the lake
Without a hair out of place
I reach to untie her lace
But lady Pocahontas shies away again
I am ashamed
How do I find myself at this conclusion
I’ve been searching for an end
Banging my head up against
The changing of the tides again
It’s not our fault that we are both lying
This tiny little room
We both avert our eyes
But there’s no where to go, oh
Lady Pocahontas did we get it right?
Or do I gotta sleep alone again tonight?