Off With Your Head

Blow out all of the candles circled around the stage.
Close our waxen rose up for the day.
Lay me in a field of fire by the bay.
Wake me when the clouds are calling, raining drops are falling.
Our kingdom of Christendom has fallen from the crown.
I'm on vacation till the restoration.
Give my regards to Stratford town.

And the sun is going... the sun is going...
The sun is going down.

Blow out all the speakers with your words of rage.
Raise your regent's head up on display.
All of our kings and cavaliers have gone away.
So, I'll be setting sail as soon as there's a vessel to hail.
In my bed, you're in my head. But the things you said don't sound.
So, kiss your goodbyes, wipe your black & blue eyes,
and lower all we knew into the ground.

And the sun is going... the sun is going...
The sun is going down.

Things you said are in my head, so I'm in my bed awake.
So kiss me goodbye, if I'm going to die.
But, that's another promise I can't make.

And the sun is going... the sun is going...
The sun is going down.
And the sun is going... the sun is going...
The sun is going down.



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Dibiase, Mike Fisher
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