In the nether reaches of a story yet to start
I'd come to steal some peaches from the orchards of your heart
I walked in woven whispers to avoid the sentry's glare
I saw you just grew citrus, somehow i didn't care

I thought you could save me...

The necromancer's fancy, too subtle to ignore
Chained to spells he can't see, too wise to be called poor
Now pheromones and fortunes for sale in simple stores
The streets alive with orphans, the walls adorned with whores

I thought you would hate me...

And though your mind's unkind your soul is pure
And in that fading light I knew you'd lure me inside

Amidst shifting views of honour, blind devotions align
To some mantlepiece Madonna, and her child who walks on wine
A convoluted courtship between two twisting snakes
Justifies your bad trip, if the patient fails to wake

I thought you would paint me...

Now one last call to reason, and one lost lover blamed
In the hallways of your treason, enlightenment hangs framed
Now modern potions vanquish the skillful and the strange
And falsify the language from some forgotten age

I thought you could face me...

And though your mind's unkind your soul is pure
And in that fading light i knew you'd lure me inside

So track me down girl, I am hiding from the world
In the hands of a saviour, who asked me for a favour
He said; 'Dance until you're free, throw your clothes into the sea
As you stare at forever through every tie you sever'
Then you said you want me to be lonely now...

Serenade your greed on the body of your need
As the tears keep on burning, trickle tide is turning
And the method drove me mad, all the simple jobs I had
Girl I worked as a waiter, a middle-class vibrator
And it's sad, I wanted you to know me now...

And though your mind's unkind your soul is pure
And in that fading light I knew you'd lure
So calibrate my shame, I've got to be sure
Then use your fragile fame to find the cure

For us all...

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Dayne Rothbletz