Lyrics
Lo, and lo!
There aren't queens, ho!
There are streets you paint with gold
And dreams told of pearls
Stung with lanterns bright
With promises since earned
By day
Spurned to fright
Tuned to phantoms a-flail
And scorched into the shy
Forgive, forgive what's kind
Make believe, make believe
Poppies make 'em sleep
Like a witch dooms mine
Make believe, make believe
Midnight's chime
Cause they closed the cantina
They closed the cardinal rouge
They drove 'Ol Angelina
Shuttered her with dread
Hh, hearth, hearth
Of a great war
Your first chance fills my hand
Penultimate and vast
Say it so
There aren't queens, lo!
By what means though shall we reign
'Gainst pitched black
And union jack
Your Gods aren't coming back
The owl's in the knave ghost-cinders, tinder-safe
Forgive, forgive what's asked
Make believe, make believe
Poppies make em sleep
Like a witch churns ash
Make believe, make believe
My loom and lash
Make believe, make believe
My loom and lash
