You carve your name upon hearts with finger nails of steel
You hide behind your wall of stone surveying the field
With nine hundred seven ways to stumble and ensnare
Queen of all your young domain the life you will not share
I want you but I need my sorrow
I need you now but not tomorrow
Maybe later in a song you’ll be the one I need
But I’ve got another dream to feed
Scenes from Greek tragedies you act out for yourself
A place for all discarded lovers right there on the shelf
Easy loves for possessions not for faithful hearts
Lives begin and end the same rent and torn apart
Heads are dashed to melon softness on your rocky shore
Towering above the storm a citadel’s reward
Ramparts sheltering the tears shed when shadows fall
Will no prince charming find the key to break down the walls
Years go by with no relief no answer to your prayers
Winters barely shining sun lights of northern glare
Planned migrations seaside living speculative dreams
Tumble though your open fingers tearing at the seams

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