Blackout

Here
We've come to the end of our winding road
No one knows
The reasons my eyes had till now been closed
Still you constantly, openly, stripped of me my deepest love
Built on promises you never kept, so just stay gone
There you are, broken, fake it
One more time, woman, faithless

Spinning around as they pull you down, the fun cries out
And kissing the queen is the favorite game of the hungry clowns

Then
You wake in a room that you've never seen
And your clothes
That once matched your crown
Are somehow missing
Then you reach for your phone
To call someone, but there's no one home
No one home, ever more, so far gone

There you are, broken, fake it
One more time, woman, faithless

Spinning around as they pull you down, the fun cries out
And kissing the queen is the favorite game of the hungry clowns
The mind of a child through another's eyes as the drinks go down
All alone, on your throne till the next blackout

Live this lie
All that I see is you running away
Cry this lie
Into each bottle you pray for escape
Die this lie

Open your eyes

Spinning around as they pull you down, the fun cries out
And kissing the queen is the favorite game of the hungry clowns
The mind of a child through another's eyes as the drinks go down
All alone, on your throne till the next blackout