White Eyes

Cards come tumbling down
Who shall strike the crown
For a queen finds a rook not a fairy tale, not a book
And the kings of old have their stories told,
Long ago

Just read their lips, they'd be anywhere with anyone else
Just to hold their throne
So you fill their veins with anything from A to H
Just to hold their throne

Cards come tumbling down
Who shall strike the crown

For a queen finds a rook not a fairy tale, not a book
I don't want her
And the kings of old have their stories told, like a fairy tale from long ago

Open up, its just a game

Close your eyes
It won't change

Open up, its just a game
Close your eyes

It won't change

Cards come tumbling down
Who shall strike the crown
Cards come tumbling down
Who shall strike the crown
For a queen finds a rook not a fairy tale, not a book
I don't want her
And the kings of old have their stories told, like a fairytale from long ago