Ivory Tower

This is how the story goes I am not the damsel And you are not the hero We just put on a good show Losing feels a lot like winning Losing but we're first to finish Smiling from our ivory tower Wrapped in lace, embroiled in flowers You don't bring me flowers Fragile limbs as light as a feather Tight roping on the edge of tethers Dwelling on dreams and midnight terrors Nothing lasts, we secretly hope it's forever And ever 'Cause losing feels a lot like winning Losing but we're first to finish I'm singing but the sound's diminished I'm breathing but the air is thinning Smiling from our ivory tower Wrapped in scents, embroiled in flowers Enchanted views but I feel powerless Waiting till the midnight hour As we get slowly devoured This is how the story goes I am not the damsel And you are not the hero We just put on a good show