The Cities That You've Burned Songtext
von Adam Haworth Stephens

So amused the sixth street peddlers come to sing your blues
And money′s spent to damn the rivers of your discontent
You got your invitation to the bachelor's ball
And you stay out till the sun comes creeping up your bedroom wall
Ivory tower you sit and while away the idle hours
Skin and bones the city streets below just weep and moan
But from your window above you only hear the rain
You touch the world through a glove
It′s so much easier than feeling pain
And they're inventing hunger in the grey of dawn
As i sit among your parliament of pawns
Slowly growing younger with every yawn


And in the ashes of the cities that you've burned
We′ll sit and wait for your return
So composed you wake on the floor in your designer clothes
So refined you think that country′s just a state of mind
Switch like a switchblade my love you cut the young men down
You've been to heaven above
But your feet have never touched the ground
And we′ve brought you roses in eternal bloom
While you stand before us in your royal gloom
Holding a torch beneath your silver spoon
But in the ashes of the cities that you've burned
I′ll sit and wait for your return