Up and down the stairs I ran
with a sceptre in my hand
How to chase the doubts out from my mind?
When the only life I’ve ever known
is to strive for absolute control
and to pull on every string that I could find
To my talismans I cling
I am scared of everything
She knew one day she’d grab the golden ring
On my back I saw the stars
I remembered fireflies in their jars
How to pull the fire out from the flame?
Can I make the bad ones fall
Crush them into pieces small
and somehow extricate myself from blame?
In my ears are bells that ring
I will conquer everything
She knew one day she’d grab the golden ring
Ladies dance and ladies sing
they toss their hair; they wear a ring
they won’t amount to anything I’m sure
But I will cut each finger tip
with stony eyes I’ll watch them drip
I’ll stand in puddles red upon the floor
Are there wise men- I don’t know
I grow the way that flowers grow
spreading from their center like a star
I made my bed; I lie in pain
it cools the fever from my brain
But my seeds upon the wind will travel far
I sing the song that roses sing
I don’t believe in anything
She knew one day she’d grab the golden ring
On my back I saw the stars
they spread out wide they were my arms
the burning flames that sparkled were my hands
I held my hands up to my face
I gazed into that burning place
so many bright things I could understand
I sing the song that roses sing
I will see through everything
She knew one day she’d grab the golden ring
