Lady In Waiting

Beautiful hair, porcelain skin
She doesn't age a second
Waiting for the phone to ring, she's not religious
But she likes to go to church
She says she loves the wine, talking to women who don't work

She's my lady in waiting
She's lost her home in her gilded cage
An Ivory piano to cast, but there's no arrow
To pass along the burden of her name

She loves it when I call, says I'm a lucky thing
Tells me of a dead white Russian friend of the king's
She loved to dance, but he beat her for trying
Harboured all the diamonds to keep them from shining

She's my lady and waiting
She's lost her home in her gilded cage
An Ivory piano to cast, but there's no arrow
To pass along the burden of her name

To pass along the burden of her name
To pass along the burden of her name