That Thursday morning I called you in terror
and twisted an ankle descending the stairwell
It’s bright in the palace, the maids are still slumbering
But outside the temple, the walls are still crumbling
A different story in your face outside the winter window pane
if I should come to take her place I’m lonely just the same
cause I always get away
I always get away!!
Is it enough to cross the ruins’ gates suspended in its place?
I’m planning something profoundly perverted
so make sure the plaza is completely deserted
Seattle to Jamaica Plains
The empire takes its shape again!
A made-up way to fill the space above the mountain range