Fool's Gold
The queen is dead
Ain't nothing more to be said
Her beauty gone
Never to be seen again
Flung from her tower
Nows the witching hour
Takes no keen eye to notice why
A sky full of ash
A hat full of sky
Beneath the bed it sees its master shuffle by
Dust bunnies are its pillow now
Dust bunnies are his pillow now
She sleeps beneath the willow now
I used to dream of fairy tales
Dragons, damsels, holy grails
In every story ever told
But every day cries out and warns
Against the flowers sharp with thorns
And the streets paved with fools gold
The king lies broken
But No words he has spoken
But his hollow eyes
They tell no lies
Not till the time to go had come
Dust bunnies are its pillow now
Dust bunnies are his pillow now
She sleeps beneath the willow now
I used to dream of fairy tales
Dragons, damsels, holy grails
In every story ever told
But every day cries out and warns
Against the flowers sharp with thorns
And the streets paved with fools gold
Clouds are heavier today (Sweet kisses gone, no one to see)
Weighed down with blood, bled from the sky (Got nothing left to take from me)
An angle gone (Her head lies in the clouds again)
Nothing left now but the void
Dust bunnies are its pillow now
Dust bunnies are his pillow now
She sleeps beneath the willow now
I used to dream of fairy tales
Dragons, damsels, holy grails
In every story ever told
But every day cries out and warns
Against the flowers sharp with thorns
And the streets paved with fools gold
Ain't nothing more to be said
Her beauty gone
Never to be seen again
Flung from her tower
Nows the witching hour
Takes no keen eye to notice why
A sky full of ash
A hat full of sky
Beneath the bed it sees its master shuffle by
Dust bunnies are its pillow now
Dust bunnies are his pillow now
She sleeps beneath the willow now
I used to dream of fairy tales
Dragons, damsels, holy grails
In every story ever told
But every day cries out and warns
Against the flowers sharp with thorns
And the streets paved with fools gold
The king lies broken
But No words he has spoken
But his hollow eyes
They tell no lies
Not till the time to go had come
Dust bunnies are its pillow now
Dust bunnies are his pillow now
She sleeps beneath the willow now
I used to dream of fairy tales
Dragons, damsels, holy grails
In every story ever told
But every day cries out and warns
Against the flowers sharp with thorns
And the streets paved with fools gold
Clouds are heavier today (Sweet kisses gone, no one to see)
Weighed down with blood, bled from the sky (Got nothing left to take from me)
An angle gone (Her head lies in the clouds again)
Nothing left now but the void
Dust bunnies are its pillow now
Dust bunnies are his pillow now
She sleeps beneath the willow now
I used to dream of fairy tales
Dragons, damsels, holy grails
In every story ever told
But every day cries out and warns
Against the flowers sharp with thorns
And the streets paved with fools gold
Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Bellini
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