Was it a story of a king and queen
Riding high to, tower to tower unseen
Wicked halls tell you to hold a smile
Levy taxes, poor on trial

Maybe it’s too bad we’re born into outer caste
But I can’t help imagining you and I could last

When I close my eyes
I’m standing on the wall
I separate my dreams with cannonballs

Too cavalier for king
I’m just another pawn
Or so the story’s drawn

My saving grace
When my fantasies erase
But I’ll write another story for you
And I’ll stay by you if you want me too