When we met, you were silver strung
And your eyes would gleam
They are gray in the daytime
Afraid in the falling, Christine

They found you deep inside your den
They hold to your bones
And then escort you to court you
But you're firmly dying instead
What has become of you now that you've fled?

Ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh

By trading the serene where your earrings used to be
And you're dancing like a brittle-bone figurine
Some say although it stuck in the sands of the time in between

Ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh

Get out of the lifeblood
And into the light
The sea will surround you
The sea will surround you
The sea will surround you
The sea which surrounds you
The sea will surround you
The sea will surround you
Get out of the lifeblood
And into the light
The sea will surround you
The sea which surrounds you
The sea which surrounds you
The sea which surrounds you
The sea which surrounds you

What has become of you now, Christine?