Bird cage blue and yellow
Candles warm and windows bare
Tracing upturned smiles of portraits
Drawn to disappear
Flowers never talk
They never want, they never need
In the cradle gilded
They are left to rot yet never bleed

Eyes of silver, mirror, mirror
Thread on wood and steel
Keep what can be kept
And heave to see which one will kneel
I've been told to wait
But why should there be silence?
Dawning pretty laces
Weaving capes of gold
And framing muffled faces
I can be different
I can't be puppeted

Garden evergreen
Was what I thought that I would see
Branches meet my steps
Their kisses open up ravines
Fences frozen in a dance
They've yet to perform
I leave the house and the baroness
Buried in before