Dunn and McCashen - Lydia Purple текст песни

Lydia Purple lived in a steeple, tall by nature, colored by people

Lydia Purple was taken for granted by people that knew her,

whose views were all slanted

Writing sonnets daily, drinking apple tea, Lydia pretending she is free

Living there lonely, a view from her window, she keeps to herself,

and peeks through the keyhole

At the end of her first year, her walls were all painted, she wrote to her lover,

who never existed

Writing sonnets daily, drinking apple tea, Lydia pretending she is free

Singing softly, she tends her tower,

Sweep the dirt, wipe the hurt, she sings…

By the close of her third year, she talked to her mirror, her questions were clever,

her answers much clearer

Lydia Purple lived in a steeple, tall by nature, colored by people