My loves have come and gone
Like flowers under stone
And all that blood leaving my arm
Like a river made of stars
I stole a crown, they called me king!
Made my gold, never weeped
But all my loves have gone away...
All my life I been trying to fly
With those birds up in the sky
But first I learned to break my fall
Scarred my heart, that was all
It's better to be a beggar king
Then you weigh not a thing
I'll climb a tree, I'll climb a tree!
I will soar on foolish wings