Текстове на песни: Jesca Hoop. Hunting My Dress. Enemy.

Beautiful, alone with my enemy
And share a bitter cup of poisoning
My countenance to see his face in mine
And follow every line back to my enemy

You are mine, penny royal wine
Fly like an innocent child
That followed every line
Back to my enemy

Beautiful, falling fast from a state of grace
And trusting there's a light in darkest place
My dirty knees hold the ground till it's done with me
I've come to see that beauty is a thing that is without grace

You are mine, penny royal wine
Fly like an innocent child
That followed every line
Back to my enemy

Beautiful, at home with my history
And run the scarlet ink with the tears of mercy
My battle wounds lay to rest in a treasure box
And thinking of the scars as the jewels of my story

You are mine, penny royal wine
Fly like an innocent child
That followed every line
Back to my enemy

Enemy
Enemy
Enemy
Enemy