Purple feathers fall from the core of a handmade boa 
That dries her tears 
Precious stones in a box 
rediate the sky reflecting her fear 
you want something real 
you don't know when you got it 
Emotionally fierce you want love 
but you fight it till the bitter end 

wading in a river 
fishing out pieces of his heart she shatterd 
falling from a blue crest 
realizings too late this place is shallow 

Past around the cast high cared for then denied 
our two different people 
The music box she carries the camaflage he wears 
is soon to be burried 

you want something real 
you don't know when you got it 
all grory no feel you want love but you fight it 
till the bitter end till the bitter end