Sep 07, 2008 17:00
My King
Truth be told I've lived here all alone
Since 1964
Surrounded by walls made of stone
Sitting on my throne
Better days
Will fade away
Bells will ring
But I won't hear a thing
No I won't hear a thing
Wash away the color of the day
I was born to stay
Everything in different shades of gray
The world forgot my name
We'll see doves
In the skies above
Bees will sting
But I won't feel a thing
No I won't feel a thing