Destiny took me in her arms and told me: 'You're a little lost on the fall. You fall for all the men You shouldn't fall for, at all.' Ooh, I know she knows, but still I go on, Well, I'm a fool.
Climbing up the (l)adders To slide down the adders
On the rocks, On the rocks, On the rocks, On the rocks...
Joan of Arc walks into my mirror, A burning sword. I'd like to cry. I look into her eyes. I see she's seen, the long days and nigh(t). 'Ooh,' she says, 'The games are still the same, I see, But they've changed the names now. Are all Lionhearts put in parks, apart?'
Lionhearts in the asylums, Lionhearts tossed at sea, Lionhearts who've lived their lives, like Arthur. Lionhearts in cathedrals, Lionhearts at mournings, Lionhearts in every seed
But they're sown On the rocks, On the rocks, On the rocks, On the rocks...
Somebody I couldn't see Tied me up and put me away, Here on the rocks, Here on the rocks, Here on the rocks...