Straight into your heart, pretty to the grave
we can build with gold and put it in the ground
we may fall in line
we may change in time
fall in time
but when will you notice you ended with nothing but
the palest of blue
aked in the garden
Prince to the Queen
we can bend our guns and shoot upwards the sky
if it makes you pull off
if it makes you pull off such great heights then protect the water's eyes
when will you notice you ended with nothing at all