the drained eyes stare on
subtle and sad
whispers
arn't you glad to be alive
the dive into oblivion
has been postponed
save the date
for out fates are fixed
yet our hearts run wild
into the sunset and back again
with stories to tell
and songs to sing
about the king who wept
and the queen that left
the ****** prince that never left his castle
we are all stuck up in the tower
our souls slowly turning sour
from the pain of our own regrets
old men make bets
as we power on
yet her eyes
are drained
subtle and sad