It's not my fault that you won't back down
Like when autumn turns and the leaves won't let down
To twist and turn under the heels of my feet
And let autumn blow to yesterday in the breeze
It's winter now, and I feel like Robert Frost
If only there was a birch tree to hang upon
If only I was a poem, sitting silently in the rain
And you were a dream, just swimming in it's brain
But Notre Dame burns today, it's beauty is up in flame
Should I begin to count my blessings now?
I guess only the Lord must have made me what I am now
And you were left just looking at the sky
Waiting for shooting stars to wish upon at night
The colour in the wind had never painted the sky so blue
You thought you were the King, the world must be made for you
And I was a Queen, not a pawn in anyone's game
And angels heard us sing: "You take away my pain"
Kings and Queens are dust to dust, as it all goes up in flame
All that ever there was had an answer in sunrise
I just saw the daylight bring burning gum leaves with the tide
I have been left alone, please, won't you tell me how
I can swim ashore, bring me back to you somehow
You are the sun, and I am just the breeze
I will walk with you if you want to walk with me
I hope the Lord above notices us again
Lord, oh Lord, I don't want anything to change
The shepherds have led their sheep astray
And it's all going up in flame