A bad year, harsh as drought
First plague, then madness
This is the worst of it

Man turned to beast
Yet may come, but
We are better than this

Oh my beloved ones
Your birthright a wealth of love
Go tell your soul it will survive

Your home is an imperfection, that you adore, cherish and can't get away from.
The same goes for any true love.

the king is uninspired,
he is unavailable,
he even doesn't like the queen.

don't look at me,
I'm not looking at you,
let it be our compromise.

you'll wake up tomorrow
and you'll be left in yesterday  
like every today.