I once loved a girl her skin it was bronze.
With the innocence of a lamb she was gentle like a fawn.
I courted her proudly but now she is gone
Gone as the season she's taken.

Through young summer's breeze I stole her away
From her mother and sister though close did they stay.
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day
With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Of the two sisters I loved the young.
With sensitive instincts she was the creative one.
The constant scapegoat she was easily undone
By the jealousy of others around her.

For her parasite sister I had no respect
Bound by her boredom her pride to protect.
Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her society.

Myself for what I did I cannot be excused
The changes I was going through can't even be used
For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose
The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime.

With unknown consciousness I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece though its heart being chipped
Noticing not that I'd already slipped
To a sin of love's false security.

From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
Answers of emptiness voice vacancies
Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but "Please
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"

And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen
The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream.
At the peak of the night the king and the queen
Tumbled all down into pieces.

"The tragic figure!" her sister did shout
"Leave her alone God damn you get out!"
And I in my armor turning about
And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness.

Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Her sister and I in a screaming battleground.
And she in between the victim of sound
Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows.

All is gone all is gone admit it take flight.
I gagged twice doubled tears blinding my sight.
My mind it was mangled I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me.

The wind knocks my window the room it is wet.
The words to say I'm sorry I haven't found yet.
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be aaaay aware of how precious she is.

Ah my friends from the prison they ask unto me
"How good how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously
"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"