Paroles: Tori Amos. From The Choirgirl Hotel. Pandora's Aquarium.

Pandora, Pandora's aquarium?
She dives for shells with her nautical nuns.
And thoughts you thought you'd never tell.
Pandora, Pandora's aquarium?
She dives for shells with her nautical nuns.
And thoughts you thought you'd never tell.

I'm not asking you to believe in me.
Boy I think you're confused, I'm not Persephone.
Foam can be dangerous with tape across my mouth.
These things you do I never asked you how.


Line me up in single file with all your grievances.
Stare, but I can taste you're still alive below the waste.
Ripples come and ripples go and ripple back to me? back to me?


Pandora's, Pandora's aquarium?
She dives for shells with her nautical nuns.
And thoughts you thought you'd never tell.


Line me up in single file with all your grievances.
Stare, but I can taste you're still alive below the waste.
Ripples come and ripples go and ripple back to me? back to me?


I am not asking you to believe in me.
Boy I think you're confused I'm not Persephone.
She's in New York somewhere checking her accounts.
The Lord of the Flies was diagnosed as sound? bey, Pandora?