Lyrics
Is love a fool
Of brackish gold
Protected like
A lilac code
Becalmed by the breadth of the sun
Denuded and diffused
Again
And wild he went so sired, so subsumed
Forbade his babe by root
To ever lapse into ruin
And regret
Juliet!
Oh, i can't crease
I get tired
I just get tired
As fleur de lis
Noblesse oblige
Counts the wires
I just got tired
Along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you
40 years to finally wake up
And 9 more to sling the snakes out of view
Richly pink
That steel poem flam
A flint of luck
Miscasts my chance
As one
Does after day's
Droll dance
Triumph after triumph
Dashed
Words to churn past fire and the moon
It's strange who calls my pew
Making good on that promise
And her youth
Peony, please!
Oh, I can't preach
I get tired
I just get tired
As fleur de lis
Noblesse oblige
Counts the wires
I just got tired
Along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you
Along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you
40 years to finally wake up
And 9 more to sling the snakes out of view
Along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you
