Sunset Rubdown - Dragon's Lair lyrics

rate me

I'm sorry that I'm late. I went blind.

I got confetti in my eyes.

I was held up at yesterday's parties.

I was needed on the Congo line.

But my dear, oh, my dear,

I'd like to fight the good fight for another couple of years.

Because to say the war is over is to say you are a widow.

And you're not a widow yet...

So this one's for the critics

and their disappointed mothers,

and for the cupid and the hunter

shooting arrows at each other:

Ain't no such thing as a saint,

ain't no such thing as a sinner.

But there's a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona's floor.

There's a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door.

If you are sharpening your scissors,

I am sharpening my scissors,

and I am sharpening my sword.

So you can take me to the dragon's lair,

or you can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill. Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill.

I see your face when I close my eyes.

I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise

to the occasion of catching things that fall,

like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build to tall.

But I have navigated Iceland,

I laid my claim on Portugal,

and I have seen into the wasteland

of the future of us all.

And I kicked up a whole country

of dead, dead leaves last fall...

Seen from the back of a train

I rode away from your station,

they drifted in the air

like memoirs of old conversations,

sprung from a leather case

you opened in the wind,

to watch the papers chase

each other into oblivion.

You're such a champion.

I hide behind your sun.

You are the champion...

So you can take me to the dragon's lair,

or you can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill. Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill...<br />

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Thanks to razvan