Precious girl from the countriside
The only daughter of a farmer's bride
With so much to fear and so much to hide
And she hides
She's resigned it seems and exausted too
She's got memories of a dream that got lost en route
But her eyes still gleam from across the room
I write a love song for a prostitute
Sunlight, sunlight
On her face, on her face
And her hair falls over her shoulder
She's so elegant as she was older
I was there on the day that they sold her
While she went away where they told her
And she prays to You in the Issan rain
She prayed but she never knew Your name
She prayed to You but You never came
She prays still but it still stays the same
Sunlight, sunlight
On her face, on her face
She wants to feel
Sunlight, sunlight
On her face, on her face
Maybe I lost myself in this venture
I can drink more but I cant quench thirst
I can knock on the door but I cant enter
I'm not free anymore if shes indentured
She prayed to You in the Isaan rain
She prayed but she never knew Your name
She prayed to You but You never came
She prays still but it still stays the same
Sunlight, sunlight
On her face, on her face
She wants to feel
Sunlight, sunlight
On her face, on her face
Alabaster parfume on Your feet from her hair
Shes the last in the room and the first to care
She held You at the tomb with the dew in the air
Cruel spears in Your side on the hill she was there
On the wall with the spies under pale moon
Hiden there by her side in the back of the room
She's a child and a bride in Sahara dune
She's a daughter od Syria and Camaroon
From the streets of Brazil
To the hills of Thailand
On the bullets strewn fields of Uganda sand
She's maybe fifteen, shes american
She's praying are You listening
So You understand?
Sunlight, sunlight
On her face, on her face
She wants to feel
Sunlight, sunlight
On her face, on her face
She wants to feel
Sunlight
On her face, on her face
She wants to feel
Sunlight
On her face, on her face