The scent you gave was so revealing
It's part of your wit, now the light shade plays
To think that the stress of your nighttime tantrum
Could hold out through your days
Could hold out through your days
All across the furled banners
Novelty sat split in two
The things you said may seem more noble
Than the things you didn't do
The things you didn't do
If you wade through winding doorways
Past the squires, the noise, and the wine
Peace, you'll find, is ornamental
Only the selfish nor unkind
The selfish nor unkind