You’re the king of Kicking up a fuss Under lunar shades you made it all up
Watch the tide rise In your paper cup We are made of mazes Mounting up
Another bad idea in best suit Another car wreck in your garden I don’t blame you I have been there too Been there too
Waxen wings fly straight up to the sun Now we’re falling darkly through the glass And I don’t mind at all About the thorns in your side We’ll leave them out
Another bad idea in best suit Another car wreck in your garden You’ve always been scattered inside You’re chasing devils into corners and locked doorways
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
We’ll get over this, get a hold on it Well get out of the fire We’ll get over this get a hold on it Well get out of the rising water
I don’t wanna see you like this I don’t wanna see you like this Like this
I’ll lose my grip
You’re the king Of kicking up a fuss Under lunar shades you made it all up
Another bad idea in best suit Another car wreck in your garden You’ve always been scattered inside You’re chasing devils into corners and With you it’s always The flood or the fire The flood or the fire