We've been avoiding this way too long
How lonely is it under your golden throne?
Hey mommy, i know I've always been your precious one
You're getting older I am nearly finished being young
Women hold their cards close to their chest
They have a secret closet where their loneliness gets dressed
You needn't knock on that door it's not for you to inquire
Locks that lock the talks and build a wall higher and higher
Angry daughters marching on the lines
Hollow we follow this walk of blinds
Yes I raise my anger to the space between us now
I won't take upon me,
Your silent vow
Arrow arrow your target is set
The hand rocks the cradle – the cradle never forgets.