Well I've become lazy with words
But you remained able with swords
To cut our conversation short
Before we finish our hard work
We're perfect pruners grown
But our shears aren't made of sticks nor stones
Just words torn from skin and bone
Our kingdom is perfect
Our kingdom is perfect
Well I've taught a man to fish before
And that, my friend, was such a bore
Well I would fish them stars for you
Yes I would fish these skies for you
If it rots in the wrapper, does it mean the same thing?
If it's stuck to begin with, does this wish have wings?
Revealing(?) feathers one by one
Like he loves me, well
He loves me not
I've been down this path before
So don't forget your breadcrumbs
I've been down this path before
So don't forget your breadcrumbs
We can lead a horse to a wishing well
But that don't make it drink
And that don't make it wish for this compa**, for a map
To find its own way back again next time
Because where will we be next time?
And you can drag a dead horse to the water
But that don't make it float
Make a fire with its body, and hope this smoke don't choke
Fashion a fancy coat from its skin, and we can huddle within
And maybe this horse's ghost will ride on our coattails for a change
Because one thing's for sure, yes one thing's for sure
We're not riding on its back anymore
Sometimes we abandon those we love
Sometimes we abandon those we love out of love
Sometimes we abandon those we love out of love for ourselves
It's not the first time, it's the last time
That I'll go down this path with you
It's not the first time, it's the last time
That I'll go down this path with you
It's not the first time, it's the last time
That I'll go down this path with you
It's not the first time, it's the last time
That I'll go down this path with you
These breadcrumbs are burning holes in the soles of my shoes
I turn back, nothing to win, nothing to lose