Song: Lily Fair.
They say the apple girl is pale as snow;
That where she walks, the winds of winter blow.
That she'll tell her fairy stories, and she'll only tell you lies,
And that none can see beyond the ice and mirrors in her eyes.
But the deepest days of winter cannot breach
The tower walls that stand outside her reach,
And the lady of the tower stands and waits
For the one who's bold enough to come and open up her gates.
She cries out, "If you will, then come to me,
For I am lady of the liminal spaces."
She cries out, "If you will, then set me free,
For I'm the twist within the tale no human hand erases.
I'm the secrets and the subtlety-release me, if you dare.
There's few enough who have the breath to call on Lily Fair."
They say the reddest rose forgives no sin;
That all her thorns grow underneath her skin.
That she'll tell her bloody stories, and she'll only tell you true,
And that you should never trust a single thing she says to you.
But the hottest days of summer cannot claim
The tower standing in her sister's name,
And the lady of the tower stands alone
As she waits for one to come to her and take her as his own.
She cries out, "If you will, then come to me,
For I am lady of the liminal spaces."
She cries out, "If you will, then set me free,
For I am what you almost see within the hidden places.
I'm the rumor and reality-release me, if you dare.
There's few enough who have the heart to call on Lily Fair."
"And there was a time before this tower stood
When I was free to wander through the wood
For the red of apples, bloody hands, and roses is the same,
And there was a time when all men knew my name.
So come and learn my secrets, if you dare.
There's few enough who'll run the risk and call on Lily Fair."
They say the apple girl has lost her way;
They say the reddest rose will make you pay.
And the stories that they tell you will be never quite complete,
With the spring and fall between them, they can never truly meet.
So come now, if you will, and set her free,
For she's the lady of the liminal spaces.
So come now, and see what there is to see,
For she's the path the human heart retraces.
She's the bridge between her sisters, now release her, if you dare.
The time is long since past for us to call on Lily Fair.
The time is long since past for us to call on Lily Fair.
That where she walks, the winds of winter blow.
That she'll tell her fairy stories, and she'll only tell you lies,
And that none can see beyond the ice and mirrors in her eyes.
But the deepest days of winter cannot breach
The tower walls that stand outside her reach,
And the lady of the tower stands and waits
For the one who's bold enough to come and open up her gates.
She cries out, "If you will, then come to me,
For I am lady of the liminal spaces."
She cries out, "If you will, then set me free,
For I'm the twist within the tale no human hand erases.
I'm the secrets and the subtlety-release me, if you dare.
There's few enough who have the breath to call on Lily Fair."
They say the reddest rose forgives no sin;
That all her thorns grow underneath her skin.
That she'll tell her bloody stories, and she'll only tell you true,
And that you should never trust a single thing she says to you.
But the hottest days of summer cannot claim
The tower standing in her sister's name,
And the lady of the tower stands alone
As she waits for one to come to her and take her as his own.
She cries out, "If you will, then come to me,
For I am lady of the liminal spaces."
She cries out, "If you will, then set me free,
For I am what you almost see within the hidden places.
I'm the rumor and reality-release me, if you dare.
There's few enough who have the heart to call on Lily Fair."
"And there was a time before this tower stood
When I was free to wander through the wood
For the red of apples, bloody hands, and roses is the same,
And there was a time when all men knew my name.
So come and learn my secrets, if you dare.
There's few enough who'll run the risk and call on Lily Fair."
They say the apple girl has lost her way;
They say the reddest rose will make you pay.
And the stories that they tell you will be never quite complete,
With the spring and fall between them, they can never truly meet.
So come now, if you will, and set her free,
For she's the lady of the liminal spaces.
So come now, and see what there is to see,
For she's the path the human heart retraces.
She's the bridge between her sisters, now release her, if you dare.
The time is long since past for us to call on Lily Fair.
The time is long since past for us to call on Lily Fair.