Sanoja: Shivaree. Queen Sized Tomb.

Looks like somebody got murdered
That?s the way it looks around here
I shouldn?t wait for you
I think it?s too late for you
Too many toxic tantrums
Have watered down my fear
Too much of your thunder
Killed all my wonder for you

And it?s a queen sized tomb
Me in my water-stained room
Alone with my ends and adds
Associating with the gods on my walls
While you fear up portraits
And forward all my calls to the moon
I guess it?s coming down soon

Looks like some nasty weather
Blew into the neighborhood
Funny it was so blue
I guess it followed you
Well you ripped off my conclusions
Like a twisted robin hood
And I?m not afraid of you
I?m only delayed by you

And it?s a queen sized tomb

And the words drip from your lips like glimmering jewels
And thecongregation weeps while you plagiarize the fools

Ain?t it a shame
Nobody?s got to leave home to find someone to blame