So, this is where she stands at night On this cold avenue of lines The red and greens but mostly red For you, he's stopping In seeing him, she knows him less His stick is wet, she's half-undressed And all in all they're both obsessed With so much nothing I know it's hard for you to see What lies behind's a mystery If words could speak, they'd mean even less When the king is half-undressed She dots her eyes with a smiley face A work of art in all but taste The fool deserves the bed he's made Where idiots slumber Divine she is to air this fate A crack of smile through all this hate Means nothing more in this nervous state Of so much nothing I know it's hard for you to see The truth behind is misery If words could speak, they'd mean even less When the king is half-undressed Blue autumns Sunshine kisses Hearts and flowers Broken wishes I know it's hard for you to see What lies behind's a mystery If words could speak, they'd mean even less When the king is half-undressed I know it's hard for you to see The truth behind is misery If words could speak, they'd mean even less When the king is half-undressed
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So, this is where she stands at night
On this cold avenue of lines
The red and greens but mostly red
For you, he's stopping
In seeing him, she knows him less
His stick is wet, she's half-undressed
And all in all they're both obsessed
With so much nothing
I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind's a mystery
If words could speak, they'd mean even less
When the king is half-undressed
She dots her eyes with a smiley face
A work of art in all but taste
The fool deserves the bed he's made
Where idiots slumber
Divine she is to air this fate
A crack of smile through all this hate
Means nothing more in this nervous state
Of so much nothing
I know it's hard for you to see
The truth behind is misery
If words could speak, they'd mean even less
When the king is half-undressed
Blue autumns
Sunshine kisses
Hearts and flowers
Broken wishes
I know it's hard for you to see
What lies behind's a mystery
If words could speak, they'd mean even less
When the king is half-undressed
I know it's hard for you to see
The truth behind is misery
If words could speak, they'd mean even less
When the king is half-undressed
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