Mama, I've been hearing voices, they've been saying
That the ghost you sent to haunt me found a darker house to stay in
And the boy I never understood is by my window praying
Though he doesn't say a word
I can tell from his expression he's been heard

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He was born a traveler and bred into a sentry
Who would build a wall of matchsticks with no door allowing entry
But he'd cry and cry from inside, "Won't you climb the wall and get me?"
I was playing heroine when my sandpaper skin burned away

​

Fire turned his fortress to a smoky trail of splinters
He would gather up in sorrow as they sank beneath his fingers
And followed them across the fields he'd dreamed, when he was younger,
Were a country he'd discovered

Now he'd recovered it again

​

I boldly stood before him with the flag my father'd carried
Cross the flat, suburban battlegrounds to plant where he'd be buried
"There are two ways you can claim this land, by marriage or by war," I said,
"But aren't they both the same?"
With that he walked away

​

"Would you leave me here alone, I cried, to brave the wolves that circle me?"
He just turned his head and smiled then set forth to seek his destiny
I fell inside the open grave my father had prepared to be
His place for golden years of sleep
And it fit me perfectly

​

"Sleep will find you gracefully," the worms would softly whisper,
"There's no rest to greet you here, only sores to grow and fester
You've been waiting for a savior by the ashes of a traveler
Who's been saving you to see
The one who set him free."

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Mama, I've been hearing voices, they've been saying
That the ghost you sent to haunt me found a darker house to stay in
And the boy I never understood is by my window praying
Though he doesn't say a word
I can tell from his expression he's been heard

Don't walk on me
I'll carry you to places far away from home
Far from everything you've known

I'll keep you fed
But there's only so much eating you can do

Stick to the trees
The flowers
The roots in the mud

Carry the picnic home
Where you'll always be needed
Where you'll always be needed
Where you'll always be

He's talking in tongues again
"Love, love, love," is all he says.
"Love, love, love your preacher man
He's got god in his right hand

Love, love, love your brother
Love, love, love your enemy
Love, love, love will set you free
Love, love, love will set you free."

​

Sounds like whoooooo
Sounds like whoooooo

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Feels like he's laying hands on me
He's laying hands on me
He's laying hands on me

Who's he got in the left one

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Whoooooo
Woaaaaaah

All the books she read in school
Couldn't hold her weight for climbing
Measured by the teacher's ruler
Inch by inch her numbers sliding

Into lower expectations
For a harder education
In solitude
And regret
And remorse
And forget the time you wasted
Wanting for a life
But never doing anything but
Wishing on a star in your head
Wishing on a star in your head
Wishing on a star in your head

Mother why do they cry
God save the queen
Are you dying

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Child pray that I live
If living would undo
The legacy I leave for you

​

Our kingdom lies in shadows
Our kingdom lies in shadows
Our kingdom lies

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But church and state and hands of fate
Remain distractions that can wait
Until you've had your tea
Until you've had your tea

Church and state and hands of fate
Remain distractions that can wait
Until you've had your tea
Until you've had your tea

 

Oh my princess I must confess
Somewhere in this mess of happiness
I will always hate
I will always hate

Oh my princess I must confess
Somewhere in this mess of happiness
I will always hate
I will always hate

Oh my princess I must confess
Somewhere in this mess of happiness
I will always hate
I will always

 

Ahh ahh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ooh ooh

 

The power that corrupts the line
Corrupts the heart and soul in kind
And no one's blood is bluer than mine

 

Oh my princess I must confess
Somewhere in this mess of happiness
I will always hate
I will always hate

Oh my princess I must confess
Somewhere in this mess of happiness
I will always hate
I will always hate

 

Tell them the queen declines their invitation
To her excommunication

 

God save the queen
God save the queen
God save the queen
God save the queen
God save the queen

 

The queen will save herself

 

God save the queen
God save the queen
God save the queen
God save

 

The queen will save herself
The queen will save herself

Painted angel on my bedroom floor
There's no wall to hold you anymore
God must have let you fall
God must have let you fall

Lonely angel at the bitter end
Do you need the madness of a friend
I'm not so sure I am

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Feels like the end of a dream, la la la la la
Oh the sadness sleep can bring
Feels like the end of a dream, la la la la la
As the angel sings,
"Some sorrows lift your wings."

​

Some sorrows, some sorrows

​

Feels like the end of a dream, la la la la la
Oh the sadness sleep can bring
Feels like the end of a dream, la la la la la
As the angel sings...

Lie inside the lion's den
Fear is only in your head
Little ones to him are fed as lies
Instead of...

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"Some passions should not be contained,"
The lion claimed
"Some animals should not be caged,"
The lion claimed

​

I feel the hunter in your eyes
And I am not afraid to die
To die
To die

​

Logic's for the king and queen
While princes play with fire
Growing fingers burn to wisdom
Cynical, and slow to burn, desire
While the lion and the elephant
Are lying side by side
Remembering the touch, the heat, the scars

Remembering

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"There is no shame,"
The lion claimed,
"To find a common goal
While the hunter's in control."

"There is no pain,"
The lion claimed,
"To leave behind an open flame,
To let the jungle burn,
And bear itself again."

But all the elephant could say is,

"Someday I will forget you
Someday I will forget you
Someday I will forget you
Someday I will forget you
Someday I will forget you."

Work
Sleep
Sit alone in a dark room for weeks
Judge by yourself by the company you keep

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Work
Sleep
He's a prayer you're too tired to speak
But you sit in a dark room for weeks
Hands together

​

Oooh do you really want an answer
Oooh do you really want

​

Work
Sleep
Walk with your eyes on your feet
To your dark room where you meet
The man of your dreams

​

Keep dreaming, he says
Keep dreaming, he says
I am not just a dream
I am you

​

Work
Sleep
You are a dark room I've been sitting in for weeks
I'd pray for you
But I'm too tired
Too tired
Too tired

​

Work
Sleep
Judge yourself by the company you keep
Sit alone in a dark room for weeks

Oh my child
Stars have led
Your battered ship to fight
A battle that cannot be won
Far from the harbor's light

​

Mercy on broken treasures
Buried full of life
For every piece of tarnished gold
Will shine in the harbor's light

​

Embrace the one
Full of strength
But is not yet the wise
And humble king
To claim his throne
So far from the harbor's light

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Oh my child
I have raised
What I must trust is right
For all things end
And are born again
Far from the harbor's light

This city is a still life
From a steady artist's hand
Don't move, he says
So I can capture you

Family portraits line the streets
And I remember when
I sat for mine the first time
I said, make me look like I belong
Make me look like I am one of them

He said, sit still

I can still feel
The oil on my skin
But it's not sinking in

He says, sit still