You chose with age. To speak with a prima ballerina's rage. And speak of all the kingdoms. That would swoop down. Stick around. Then proceed to ignore you.
(Spoken Intro). Under a temperamental sun. On the dark hillside of your sorrow. If there's pain in your heart. Let it go. Just reach inside and let it go.
We're on the negative side of love. I'm subject to all bizarre whims she fancies. I'm running escape to find the handle. Of the door she locks me up in.