Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special. Like a peasant revolution - makeshift weapons in our hands. We crashed the gates so hard we'd never heard that kind of sound before.
One swallow never made a spring. You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king. Beware the trinkets that we bring. . When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone.
I went to my mother, said - please make me king. I went to my mother, said - I've got to be king. She said son - well you've got to wait your turn. Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn.