When the bandits have stolen your jewelry and gone And your crippled young gypsy, he's grown tall and strong And your dead misconceptions have proven you wrong Well then, princess, where you plannin' to turn to?
When your magazine memory has spun you around And you realize your lovers were just painted clowns And outside your window you start hearing sounds Where they're building a cross for to burn you
When all your bright scarlet turns slowly to blue Will you stop and decide that it's over?
When your teardrops go sour and no longer fall The splash cross the virgin that lives down your hall And spends all her nights with an ear to your wall Well then, what will you have you can offer?
When the firedancers finish and leave you alone With nothing but embers and sacks full of stone That hang round your neck, slicing through to the bone Will there still be a place for your laughter?
When all your bright scarlet turns slowly to blue Will you stop and decide that it's over?
As your shattered illusions come a-tumblin' home And all of the butchers you've nourished have grown And they're are suddenly able to leave you alone And they run like slaves that are set free
When your questions are answered and your pleadin' is done And your mind starts to a-screamin' that you ain't the one That once dwelled within you, will you turn, will you run Then princess, will you come home and get me?
When all your bright scarlet turns slowly to blue Will you stop and decide that it's over?
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