Early this morning I wondered
What is the meaning of all this?
Why am I made to suffer for my passion?
Why do I yearn for the eternal night?
There is a wild star flashing above me
A century of turning in my bed from the window
[???] I'm Joan of Arc
I draw my sword again in the early light
And now the edge of the earth is glowing
Like a door slowly opening in the sky
There is a wild star flashing above me
A century of turning in my bed from the window
I stand in a fire, Joan
Stand in a fire like you
For the wild star flashing above me
I listen through the flames to everything it's telling me
What is the meaning of all this?
Why am I made to suffer for my passion?
Why do I yearn for the eternal night?
There is a wild star flashing above me
A century of turning in my bed from the window
[???] I'm Joan of Arc
I draw my sword again in the early light
And now the edge of the earth is glowing
Like a door slowly opening in the sky
There is a wild star flashing above me
A century of turning in my bed from the window
I stand in a fire, Joan
Stand in a fire like you
For the wild star flashing above me
I listen through the flames to everything it's telling me