The Miscarriage

Oh the truth has arrived, it played out before my eyes
Twas ever so divine

Oh the son you could have been, salvation to a queen
These hollow hopes of mine, wide-eyed lies

My daughter, oh righteous English rose
Your spirit brings comfort to my soul
May you not be heiress to the throne and absolve me?

Why have you taken him from me?
Why has fate such ravenous teeth?
Oh through these weary bones, no life echoes

I guess there is nowhere left to turn
My tale has been written, past bridges burned
Why am I forsaken to thee Lord? Oh, have remorse!

Why have you taken him from me?
Why has fate such ravenous teeth?
Oh through these weary bones, no life echoes

Why have you taken him from me?
Why has fate such ravenous teeth?
Oh through these weary bones, no life echoes

Oh you traitor! The angels have come to take you home
You were my saviour, but now there's no future in our song!
You were my saviour, my labour, oh!
You were my saviour, my saviour!
And now salvation's gone