She may well have been the most beautiful girl in the world
Her life snuffed out like a bulldozer crushing a pearl
The secret committee deep in its lair
Conveniently far from the cold desert air
Puts a tick in a box, turns the key in a lock
To loosen the buns in her hair
Sleep well if you can, wrapped safe in your cloak
The tumbledown twilight Havana smoke caught in your throat
Mistress Liberty's dance, held you in its trance
Her bosoms were loaded with nectar and lances
"Well boy" she said "you have broken the trust, hold on to that stick if you must"
Take a fresh grip on the crucible room
A patchwork of ashes sweeps away the flag of Rome (?)
Madness comes down like the crackpot of ages
The raging of angels, cathedral of stars
Christopher Robin says "Alice, go home now, they're no longer changing the guard"
"Hold on" she said "you're breaking my heart"
It's weird how the steel rails disappear into the dark
They clung to the ivory tower on her braids
They were never afraid of falling
But the bomb hit the spot where the numbers all start
And the last thing they heard was her calling home
I'm coming home
I'm the life that you gave
I'm the children you saved
I'm the promise you made
I'm the woman you crave
So hold on...I'm coming home (hold on, I'm coming home)
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