Sister's hair hangs low
not low enough to pull you up
When she's a martyr of a mind
you're a culprit in its eye
And hardly skipping through the days
you play the part of nods and yeahs
Each word a curse, can't shake the room
can give her hope but she won't recieve you
Sophia
she don't believe you, don't believe you when you're trying just
to explain
That you don't believe that a falling leaf dictates that it will snow
But she's been so cold
so I guess she'd know.
Hear the prayers from in the hall
hands are tired and your knees are raw
And the tragic part about the tomb
she's only right when she's left without you
Sophia
she don't believe you, don't believe you when you're trying hard
just to say
That you don't believe that a falling leaf dictates that it will snow
But she's been so cold
so I guess she'd know
I guess she'd know
I guess she'd
oooooooh
ooooooooooooooh