TheKingIsCrying

TheKingIsCrying

For you red means lipstick, for me it means blood
For you life’s a killer, for me it’s just a trap
While you fight your boredom, I’m waitin‘ for a sign
You eat from golden platters, I throw up on mine

And a cold wind’s sure gonna blow
And a hard rain’s sure gonna fall
And a dark sun’s sure gonna burn
And a big drum’s sure gonna bang

And the wind is crying ......

While you‘re on a roll, I‘m on a drip
You live on an island, I’m lost on that ship
While you kiss the sky, I’m covered in dust
You are made of steel, while I’m gnawin‘ on rust

And a fierce roar is sure gonna grow
And the thin ice is sure gonna crack
And a huge fire is sure gonna blaze
And a big flood is sure gonna come

And the king is crying ......