Dragon's Lair

I'm sorry that I'm late, I went blind

I got confetti in my eyes

I was held up at yesterday's parties

I was needed on the Congo line

But my dear, oh, my dear

I'd like to fight the good fight for another couple of years

Because to say the war is over is to say you are a widow

You're not a widow yet

You're not a widow yet

You're not a widow yet

You're not a widow yet

So this one's for the critics and their disappointed mothers

For the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other

Ain't no such thing as a saint, ain't no such thing as a sinner

There's a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona's floor

There's a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door

If you are sharpening your scissors, I am sharpening my scissors, and I am sharpening my sword

So you can take me to the dragon's lair or you can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill

Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill

A bigger kind of kill

I see your face when I close my eyes

I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise

To the occasion of catching things that fall

Like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build to tall

But I have navigated Iceland (I have navigated Iceland)

I laid my claim on Portugal (I laid my claim on Portugal)

I have seen into the wasteland (I have seen into the wasteland)

Of the future (of the future)

Of the future of us all

I kicked up a whole country of dead, dead leaves last fall

I kicked up a whole country of dead, dead leaves last fall

dead leaves

dead leaves

dead leaves

dead leaves

Seen from the back of a train (Seen from the back of a train)

I rode away from your station (I rode away from your station)

They drifted in the air (They drifted in the air)

Like memoirs of old conversations (Like memoirs of old conversations)

Sprung from a leather case (Sprung from a leather case)

You opened in the wind (You opened in the wind)