She Still Has A Name

She Still Has A Name

She used to dance at Murphy’s Bar,
Red heels and a borrowed car,
Smiles like secrets sold at night,
She swore this town would never bite.
But the years move slow when the lights go dim,
And the mirror stops forgiving sins,
She keeps her favors in a jar,
And remembers who they are.

She still has a name, even if no one calls,
A shadow on the wall, still standing tall.
You can fade the paint, you can burn the frame,
But she still – still has a name.

Hearts were cheap, but hope was gold,
She traded warmth before she got old.
Love’s a fever, and it breaks too soon,
Now she hums old songs to the empty room.
No fairy tale, no wedding bell,
Just names no one’s left to tell,
And when the rain hits her windowpane,
She whispers softly, “It’s all the same.”

She still has a name, though the world moved on,
The jukebox plays her favorite song.
You can take her youth, you can steal her flame,
But she still – still has a name.

Every queen turns into dust,
Every promise turns to rust,
But there’s a grace in the quiet fade,
A crown in the nights she made.

She still has a name, carved in the grain,
Of every tear, of every stain.
She ain’t your saint, she ain’t your claim,
She still — she still – still has a name.

She still has a name.
She still has a name.
She still has a name.



Discography

Albums

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Singles


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