Youre the belle of a man who fell Ill love all my life Take this cane and ease your pain for its not you who died And when you learn the tears you burn are all your fuel for fire You will be the widow queen on a funeral pyre Where have all the good times gone Lost behind a setting sun You must crawl out from beneath The shrine you built to worship grief If you dont change your broken reigns you aint fit to ride The journeys long when weather calms youll need them to guide Now you wave a broken blade to prove how much youve tried To amputate the things you hate you keep locked inside Where have all the good times gone Lost behind a setting sun You must crawl out from beneath The shrine you built to worship grief I can see your blue eyes gleam every time you try Ill only lend my battered hand 10,000 more times
shrine, worship, grief, setting, amputate