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You, me, and all the kings and queens |
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Buried in the junkyard, |
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And every time the herald Cherub sings |
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We rattle with the car parts |
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I was born to lie here patiently |
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Be dragged on by the black star |
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And you were told to glow majestically |
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And love until your hands bleed |
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You stole your mother's whitest gown |
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Swallowed like a sunbeam |
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And I stole your father's crusted crown |
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It shook us like a bad dream |
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They warned to lie impatiently |
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Waiting for the big swing |
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And you were more than dressing for a feast |
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Eat until your teeth bleed |
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Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you |
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You look painfully true |
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But I saw you cry |
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Like you used to laugh |
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When you looked around |
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Were you looking back |
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At a lonely love |
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As to sprouting beans |
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No one's quite as bloom |
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As they play to be |
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I would love to stay |
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But my work is through |
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I'm the truest song |
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That was never true |
