Dear friend, as you know
your flowers are withering.
Your mother's gone insane.
Your leaves have drifted away.
But the clouds are clearing up,
and I've come rebeling,
burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
Your just like your father,
buried deep under the water.
Your pressing on your laurels
and stepping on my toes.
Who's side are you on?
What side is this anyway?
Put down your sword and crown.
Come lay with me on the ground.
You come beating like moth's wings,
spastic and violently
whipping me into a storm,
shaking me down to the core.
But you run away from me,
and you left me shimmering,
like dimond wedding rings,
spinning dizzly down on the floor.
You're just like your father,
buried deep under the water.
You're resting on your laurels
and stepping on my toes.
Who's side are you on?
What side is this anyway?
Put down your sword and crown.
Come lay with me on the ground.