Your heart is a February sun in the skynSecretly warm when it's cold outsidenYour lips are the lines drawn in the sandnBy the moon and tide, waves rolling innYour eyes are the blues of a twelve bar songnRedemption and pain in love gone wrongnnKatrina, you're the worldnTrapped in the boredom of a mid-western girlnnYour hair is the gold that poor men cravenThat a rich man would give his first born to savenYour skin is a gift from the farthest eastnA porcelain imprinted with a weathered reliefnYour blood is the story of a thousand yearsnAnd it all came to this when it brought you herennKatrina, you're the worldnTrapped in the boredom of a mid-western girlnnYour tears are the sea Columbus sailednAll the sweat of his men and the water they bailednYour temper is a twister on a sweet sixteennRipping through the house like a white linen sheetnYour heart is the sun in the clear blue skynWashing my face with a pure white liennKatrina, you're the worldnTrapped in the boredom of a mid-western girlnTrapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl