Letras
She wrote pristine verses on the ceiling of my soul
'Til the British museum said "slow down"
She sang Angelique songs 'til the devil took tongs
And pulled the fire out
It's hard to bear, someone so stunning
Makes you tired
You realize your whole life's misfired
Then the seamstress touched me
And my stitches fell away
And the choir was singing
Though I could not hear a word they said
You're falling up to heaven, but you're the wrong way down
Pandemonium in the palace
Desperation on the throne
To tell the first, that first is last you see
She's finally gone home
She wrote sixteen verses
That my memory slipped upon
Though my clutching fingers
Held some pieces and the song
It's hard to bear, someone so stunning
Makes you tired
You realize your whole life's misfired
Pandemonium in the palace
Desperation on the throne
To tell the first, that first is last you see
She's finally gone home
She wrote sixteen verses
That my memory slipped upon
Though my clutching fingers
Held some pieces and the song