THERE WAS LONG, COLD STEEL IN THE WAY I’D FEEL WITHOUT HER,
AND THERE WERE MYSTIC EYES SHININ’ THROUGH THE LIES ABOUT HER,
PALMYRA…
MY ACTUAL GRIP ON LIFE WAS GONE
I WAS LIVIN’ IN MY DREAM…
WHEN ALONG CAME A MAN IN A TORTOISE SHELL,
THE STRANGEST I’D YET SEEN,
HE SAID “COME RIDE UPON MY BACK, ALTHOUGH THE PACE IS SLOW,
I’VE NO INTENTION OF TURNING BACK FROM WHERE YOU WANT TO GO…”
AND THERE WAS LONG, COLD STEEL IN THE WAY I’D FEEL WITHOUT HER,
AND THERE WERE MYSTIC EYES SHININ’ THROUGH THE LIES ABOUT HER.
PALMYRA…
AND THERE WAS JESSICA, LONG, DARK, ME…
AN UNDER RATED QUEEN,
TO LAUGH IS FINE, TO FOOL DIVINE,
BUT KEEP YOUR THINKING CLEAN,
AND HERE MIRANDA STOOD MUCH TALLER, SOFTLY FLOWING GRACE,
WHY WAS THE SMIRK NOW GETTING SMALLER, PAINTED ON MY FACE…
AND THERE WAS LONG, COLD, STEEL IN THE WAY I’D FEEL WITHOUT HER
AND THERE WERE MYSTIC EYES SHININ’ THROUGH THE LIES ABOUT HER
PALMYRA…
PALMYRA…
PALMYRA…
CUMMINGS / BACHMAN
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