Persephone

How could you known your grave wouldn't hold me, wouldn't hold me, wouldn't hold me

I'm telling our story but not for the glory, for the glory, for no glory

I want everyone to know, what happens when you sell your soul

You come back stronger, come back bold

But not all the stories told

Lost, in the aftermath of my life

Lost, wandering in the underworld

Pomegranates strung up with pretty pearls

There's a hummingbird outside my window

And she's calling me outside