Sister Janet - Tori Amos

Master Shaman, I have come

With my dolly from the shadow side

With a demon and an Englishman

I’m my mother, I’m my son

Nobody is slipping the blade in easy

Nobody is slipping the blade in the marmalade

But all the angels and all the wizards black and white

Are lighting candles in our hands

Can you feel them?

Yes, touching hands before our eyes

And I can even see sweet Marianne

Sister Janet, you have come

From the woman clothed with the sun

Your veil is quietly becoming none

Call the wanderer, he has gone

And all those up there are making it look so easy

With your perfect wings, a wing can cover all sorts of things

And all the angels and all the wizards black and white

Are lighting candles in our hands

Can you feel them?

Yes, touching hands before our eyes

And I can even see sweet Marianne

Hey, yes, this again

Well, I think I could try this once again