Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying
A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing
If she could see her mirror now

She would be free of those who bow and
Scrape the ground beneath her feet


Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses
Watches as each moment goes that never really know us
And so it seems she doesn't care

If she has dreams of no one there
Within the shadows of her room


But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to
Call back, all the birds I sent to
Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm

Weary of the nights I've seen
Inside these empty halls


Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets
And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets
Maybe we've found what we have lost

When we've unwound so many crossed entangling
Misunderstandings; but


All my frozen words agree and say it's time to
Call back all the birds I sent to
Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm

Weary of the nights I've seen
Inside these empty walls