Staring through the opened windows.
To get a glimpse of the girl who stole him away,
Something is near,
Something is here...

Out there where the wild things are.

Battling with a man who tempts me,
Even when tears have fallen on his face.
An unsure hand laying on a crooked crown.
And I stand, shaking lightly.
As time stills...
Bowing to his forgotten grace.

Stranger!

What have you done?
Coming to me with my dreams,
Laid out in a crystal ball.
Had I known what was waiting for me,
I wouldn’t have wished at all.

Looking at you now,
You’re not the one I remember.
But I can’t take my eyes off of you,
Because I’ve never seen a prince tremble.

Indifference has scoured the man I’d once known.

I don’t have the patience,
To wait for soft hands to open to me.
I’m the one made of glass.
But I don’t have the heart to stop the crying of crystalline.
From one set of sad eyes to the other,

The bruising of the boy king...