Lena's Song
Michael Gira
Lena has sung, but she'll sing again
Beneath the desert sun, in withered skin
And there beside the turquoise beach
Her milk amber eyes will see again
Lena once walked from tehran to a lot
She carried one child, she carried one thought
Now may her children spread her gold and silver threads
Lena's somewhere. I know she thought of us
And reached across the sea because she was that way
And so what life she saved, now through her hand remain
To keep the life she passed and take the choice she gave
