There was a man who said
" every ******'s like a setting sun "
I don't know if I quite understand but I can at least try.
And I guess, in retrospect, it really was me with the pipe in hand
Because I never ran when you came back.
Like I was waiting,
I knew
you would come back
but i...
Well, moral of the story is
This girl could never figure out if it was me she loved,
Or if there was a need to be loved
That was in need of satisfaction.



Just a broken down palace where a king and queen could still dwell
But we're never meant to.