Twilight Princess – Baby Woodrose – letras

She changes her face almost dailyKeeping her name a second guessVoicing her presence her latelyA twilight princessShe lives in a room with no mirrorsSelling her soul for more or lessLost in the turmoil of a feverA twilight princessShe dances the dark away wildlyTreading a mile above the messSo perfectly twisted and unlikelyA twilight princess