Chivalry rests under a lonely soul
No one seems to get where he goes
He doesn't sleep as he dreams
About beauty queens
He's a fire under ice
In search of paradise
When he finds it in the mist
He will always remember this
Nothing breathes here in the cold
He must die before he grows old
He can pull out your chair
And still pull your hair
His boasting comes from you
As he is proud of what you do
And when you smile and sway
It takes his breath away
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
Chivalry rests under a lonely soul
No one seems to get where he goes
He doesn't sleep as he dreams
About beauty queens
He's a fire under ice
In search of paradise
When he finds it in the mist
He will always remember this
Nothing breathes here in the cold
He must die before he grows old
He can pull out your chair
And still pull your hair
His boasting comes from you
As he is proud of what you do
And when you smile and sway
It takes his breath away
