Was a long and dark December,
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God.
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross held aloft.
Was a long and dark December,
When the banks became cathedrals
And a fox became God.
Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And a cross held aloft.
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.
I don't want to be a soldier
Who the captain of some sinking ship
Would stow, far below.
So if you love me, why d'you let me go?
When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low.
Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
You know I love you so.
That green eyes
You're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you
Must be out of their mind