Stuck in the jaws of life
And she's got bedroom eyes
The candle's burning cinnamon
But I don't know where she's been
And I sense something eternal about her gaze
But I feel something infernal about her ways
Cause I made a silly bet with Saturn
And now I've lost track of the patterns
That gave my life meaning
And gave nature's face a gleaning grace
I've already been in the garden, the place
Where all veils consist of a thin piece of lace
But to me, she looks like the May Queen
Wearing a mask to disguise her motives unseen
But my heart is stronger than my reign
She will always be my window pain
That I lean on whenever I feel the shame
That comes from the souls that fall
In every drop of rain
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
Stuck in the jaws of life
And she's got bedroom eyes
The candle's burning cinnamon
But I don't know where she's been
And I sense something eternal about her gaze
But I feel something infernal about her ways
Cause I made a silly bet with Saturn
And now I've lost track of the patterns
That gave my life meaning
And gave nature's face a gleaning grace
I've already been in the garden, the place
Where all veils consist of a thin piece of lace
But to me, she looks like the May Queen
Wearing a mask to disguise her motives unseen
But my heart is stronger than my reign
She will always be my window pain
That I lean on whenever I feel the shame
That comes from the souls that fall
In every drop of rain
