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