Castles

So you wait for those stars to align,|Do you take that,|I won't take that,|Blood and the lust and the moon drive me wild|Dear I've earned that,|You can't just have that||Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles|When does this all get better,|Baby, I was born clever|Still I have a dead head in my hands|As I cry through the tremors|To believe this gets better.|No, no, no!||I don't want to write sad songs,|There's something better|Where's the sun, here it comes|Here it comes.||If you plan to leave by the door|Forget her|Is it done, is it done?|Keep me.||They will march to the beat of my drum|Lover's bite them,|Coward's need that|So I trace all the lines in this poem|Born with small hearts;|Love won't fix that.||Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles|When does all this get better,|Baby, I was born clever|Still I have a dead head in my hands|As I cried through the tremors|To believe this gets better.|No, no, no!||I don't want to write sad songs,|There's something better|Where's the sun, here it comes|Here it comes.|If you plan to leave behind the door|Forget her|Is it done, is it done,|Are you done.||Oh, I have a dead head in my hands|When does all this get better?|Baby, I was born clever.|Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles,|And I'll laugh through the tremors,|And believe this gets better.|No, no, no!||I don't want to write sad songs,|There's something better|Where's the sun, here it comes|Here it comes.|If you plan to leave behind the door|Forget her|Is it done, are you done,|Is it done?||I don't want to write sad songs,|There's something better|Where's the sun, here it comes|Here it comes.|If you plan to leave by the door|Forget her|Is it done, there's the sun, baby.| --- Castles - Magneta Lane