Arthur Beatrice - Councillor lyrics

rate me

Lay down

He might come

Hear the dearest threats

All young

Exercising taste

Oh, that feels wrong

Know me as the best

You’ve ever loved

Never hurt

Till a throne

Far from home

An awful long

Only lone

So how this pour

Down on all his fours

Retched with the words you’ve never heard

Full grown and fearless

No, those arms

I cannot find the face

Who owns them

Dream me off all this

And I’m done

Hollow as the best

Ever had

For the first

Till a throne

Far from home

An awful long

So how this pour

Down on all his fours

Retching with the words you’ve never heard

Full grown and fearless