Lay down
He might come
Hear the dearest threats
All young ...
Exercising taste
Oh, that feels wrong
Know me as the best
You've ever loved
Never hurt

'Til a throne
Far from home
An awful long
Only lone

So how this pour
Seem down on all his fours
Retching with the words you've never heard
Full grown and fearless

No, those arms
I cannot find the face
Who owns them
Dream me off all this
And I'm done
Hollow as the best
Ever had
For the first

'Til a throne
Far from home
An awful long

So how this pour
Seen down on all his fours
Retching with the words you've never heard
Full grown and fearless