The Song Was Right

the song was right
the one that said
you were breaking down
a heart so big and full of sticks
buried in the ground
all those kings and saints
and all those saints and kings
are all falling down
there you are in my bed
waking up to say
"it shouldve been me instead,
you didnt need to blame"
all those kingss and saints
all those saints and kings
are all falling down
there's your home,
empty still
where no one knows your needs
drops of red on window sills
patterns on the paint
all those mothers and their daughters
all those mothers and their daughters
all falling down.
the song was right,
the one that said
this will never end
though our fighting hearts are sick
the rules will never bend.
all those kings and saints.
all those saints and kings.
theyre all falling down.