The father giveth, and the father taketh away Johanna prays in her bed He drinks his beer to the TV chatter Thinks dark thoughts in his head When the house that he keeps with his hard won pay Is finally asleep after his brutal day He turns his eyes on his beautiful prize Johanna watches her door open just a crack And a hand that once held her runs down the length of her back Her fallen angel lies down on her bed So much confusion in her beautiful head Johanna closes her eyes
In a house full of secrets the truth doesn't matter Johanna buries her shame and dreams of redemption They just scatter, she grows numb to the pain She can't remember how it was before And she doesn't know who she is anymore She's in disguise as his Beautiful Prize
Johanna watches her life from the outside And she dreams that one day she'll fly free from this mess She's a hawk trying to soar with a broken wing And she doesn't talk anymore about anything She just closes her eyes
She just can't stand his anger, she just can't bear his heat She takes a long hard look at life on the street, yeah In a house full of secrets the truth doesn't matter And any dreams of salvation, they just shatter
Johanna watches the world from the outside, And she dreams of the day she'll fly free from this mess She doesn't know what she's waiting for Cause there's nothing left in this house anymore And in his eyes she's just a Beautiful Prize
Oh, Johanna just a Beautiful Prize... Yeah, Johanna... Oh, Hanna...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
