Lonely Little Queen,
Let me tell you that it's all just a dream.
That blood on your hand won't come off like you planned,
You're losing your grip on your royal command
Up in your castle made of sand,
Your head is pounding like a military band,
Are you sure that the banging, the pounding, the panging isn't just another scam?
Aren't you tired love
Of always looking over your shoulder?
Aren't you tired, of stomping around on your battle ground
Burning down your bridges
Burning down your house
There's no one to hurt you, no one to desert you
But you go on anyhow
Burning down your bridges
Burning down your house
You're killing yourself more than the law allows
I've been trying to get to you
For thirty lifetimes in a day
But it's hard when your bones weigh you down like stones
And your conscience is made of clay
And I know that it's hard living in a world where you can't discern your friends from foes
But I suppose that you chose out this life like a rose
Like you were picking out your clothes
And aren't you weary love, changing your face like a display case
And ain't it dreary, love, marching home to the metronome Burning down your bridges
Burning down your house
Oh there's no one to hurt you, no one to desert you
But you go on anyhow
Burning down your bridges
Burning down your house
You're killing yourself more than the law allows Aren't you weary love,
Dragging your feet down your empty street
And ain't it dreary love,
Closing your door like it was before
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