Hiding deep in the corners where they all never saw
fears in dull colors fading from the line of your jaw
I wrote your name in the wind I do hope it stays
smothering is without a doubt my delirious haze
the rest of us who tried never hurt in the sun
I lay cold and feel it the life in me has just begun

This year another Kingdom went grey and I feel overthrown
do you weep as quietly as the King hides on his throne?
the blood in your heart beats to the rythm of his drum
as we arrange our wishes into little flowers
he twarts them with his thumb
You know I’d be the King in here but I am feeling so glum

At the end of what once was our world I stand still
with no one to breathe with my lungs ashes starts to spill
in whose eyes am I an exquisite and flouroshing yellow rose?
In the end this madness will not choke us but I think it should
You know I’d burn my own ashes,
I only wish that I could.