She, compelled by her caffeine
Our mother's lucid dream
Keeper of our keys
Me, the watcher on her wall
Our queen again to fall, Involuntary scene. Vicarious defeat
We aren't like her. They aren't like her
Broken
So go the planes that leave. Survivior on the wing
Longer the longing run. Both worlds left undone
Neither one feels like home built from rubble stone
When all of our walls cave in
If only she weren't broken oh uh oh
If only she weren't broken oh uh oh
If only she could leave
I still believe we lay witness to good deeds
But none of us are kings or queens
Just peasant stock fatigue