Her arms are tied, she'd good to go, And it makes no difference, who's in control, She said I'm sorry now, the winds have changed, These works of art, in my way, It's time for you to go, He said it's my home too, these are fucked up rules, Wake up dearest, you mindless fool, It'll be good, for you.
His eyes are tired, he's half alone, And she signals anger, through control, The conversation screeches on, And we hold our heads up, for so long.
She said I'm sorry now, the winds have changed, These works of art, in my way, It's time for you to go, He said it's my home too, these are fucked up rules, Wake up dearest, you mindless fool, It'll be good, for you.