You got a dragon upon your shoulder
His smoke surrounds you
As he's breathing fire
Thinks all those around you
Have conspired against you
Now you are thinking
In a different century
You've got your knights and your princes
And all your paladins and your ruby-eyed dragons
All one of a kind, then the aroumour shines
Ruby-eyed we ride
On cloud white mares
But their hooves
Well they don't touch the ground
And the drawbridge closes
With a hollow sound, onto the cage
That you call your bones |
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Embrace the fall out of grace
Ruby-eyed we ride
On cloud-white mares
Breathing the light
Right into the lantern
Brilliantly blinding
Not mythical, but mystical
The gift of hope and the ecstacy of possibility
Embrace the fall out of grace |
