I had a king in a tenement castle
He's swept with the broom of contempt
Lately he's taken to painting the pastel walls brown
And the rooms have an empty ring
He's taken the curtains down Of an actor who fears for the laughter's stingHe's cleaned with the tears
You know my thoughts don't fit the man
I can't go back there anymore
You know my keys won't fit the door
They never can they never can I had a king dressed in dripLately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind
He lives in another time
Ladies in gingham still blush
While he sings them of wars and wine
I can never become that kind But I in my leather and lace I had a king in a salt
Beware of the power of moons
Who carried me off to his country for marriage too soon
There's no one to blame
No there's no one to name as a traitor here The king's on the road
And the queen's in the grove till the end of the year(CHORUS.
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