Pristine Verses

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