Maze broken
She’s runnin’
Feet swollen
He’s commin’
She’s stolen
And before he even knows it she’s gone.
Tea cups sittin’ on the hollow tree stumps
He’s dumped, and can’t seem to swallow these lumps
he best goes on…
Same fire
New passion
Old flame
Trade it in for a summer fling
There’s nothing like that sweet old song…
Tip over
Root the trees
Bend the leaves
Blend in with the open wound
The freeze frames keep him warm…
The day’s frost is scrapped off the weight loss
The new sign that says keep off
As he speeds off into the storm…
Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice
He’s peeking out on the pike and cheatin life
Pealing out on the lawn
Now he’s idling
His time is dwindling
In his mind he’s figuring out life’s about the little things
And his labyrinth
And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps
The princess is innocent
She doesn’t belong…
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall…
She stop to think for a minute, and in a split second went a wall.
(I never thought I’d miss you)
He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn
He’s pullin’ on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war…
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm…
The maze, high tower, clouds are at war…
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm…
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war
