And Now for a Slight Departure
from The Candleman by The Earth and I
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lyrics
She awoke to the acrid smoke,
a stringent sting in her throat.
As she shed the stupor of sleep,
through the trees, she could see
the caustic embers stroke the sky.
She turned to the king,
who observed everything.
She discerned his countenance
to have been evident
of every thought he’d ever hide.
The trees, adorned in the dress
they couldn’t think to contest,
succumbed to turning to dust.
The cinders swallowed them up.
From them, undressed of the fire,
she fashioned castle walls and spires.
And hid herself in the halls
from the world and its faults.
Waiting in your tower for your prince to come,
anyone to save you from
every thought you’ve ever thought,
all endeavors entertained.
Why play the damsel if you can save yourself?
There’s a world outside I know you’re dying to see.
(It never stops, never stops, ’til you take a
stand for what you believe in.)
She awoke to the static skies,
a scene she sought to excise
from the hollows of her head,
and assign in its stead,
an anesthetic vacancy.
Had he forgotten her face,
outside the flawless little frames?
Had she remembered the forest,
the ash, or the flames?
Waiting in your castle for your king to come,
but he never does.
Why play the damsel if you can save yourself?
There’s a world outside I know you’re dying to see.
(It never stops, never stops, ’til you take a
stand for what you believe in.)
And if you wanted something more,
all you had to do was ask.
And now I’ll never know, if I’ll see you again.
And if you wanted something more,
all you had to do was ask.
But now I’ll never know
if you burn the forest down,
’cause no one seems to care.
Do we make a sound
if the forest isn’t there?
Why play the damsel if you can save yourself?
There’s a world outside I know you’re dying to see.
(It never stops, never stops, ’til you take a
stand for what you believe in.)
a stringent sting in her throat.
As she shed the stupor of sleep,
through the trees, she could see
the caustic embers stroke the sky.
She turned to the king,
who observed everything.
She discerned his countenance
to have been evident
of every thought he’d ever hide.
The trees, adorned in the dress
they couldn’t think to contest,
succumbed to turning to dust.
The cinders swallowed them up.
From them, undressed of the fire,
she fashioned castle walls and spires.
And hid herself in the halls
from the world and its faults.
Waiting in your tower for your prince to come,
anyone to save you from
every thought you’ve ever thought,
all endeavors entertained.
Why play the damsel if you can save yourself?
There’s a world outside I know you’re dying to see.
(It never stops, never stops, ’til you take a
stand for what you believe in.)
She awoke to the static skies,
a scene she sought to excise
from the hollows of her head,
and assign in its stead,
an anesthetic vacancy.
Had he forgotten her face,
outside the flawless little frames?
Had she remembered the forest,
the ash, or the flames?
Waiting in your castle for your king to come,
but he never does.
Why play the damsel if you can save yourself?
There’s a world outside I know you’re dying to see.
(It never stops, never stops, ’til you take a
stand for what you believe in.)
And if you wanted something more,
all you had to do was ask.
And now I’ll never know, if I’ll see you again.
And if you wanted something more,
all you had to do was ask.
But now I’ll never know
if you burn the forest down,
’cause no one seems to care.
Do we make a sound
if the forest isn’t there?
Why play the damsel if you can save yourself?
There’s a world outside I know you’re dying to see.
(It never stops, never stops, ’til you take a
stand for what you believe in.)
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from The Candleman,
released November 3, 2017
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