Fechamento.

I'm sorry that I’m late
I went blind
I got confetti in my eyes
I was held up at yesterdays parties
I was needed on the congo line

But my dear, oh my dear
I'd like to fight the good fight for another couple years
Cause to say the war is over is to say you are a widow oh oh oh
You're not a widow yet
You're not a widow yet
You're not a widow yet
You're not a widow yet

So this one's for the critics
And their disappointed mothers
For the cupid and the hunter
shooting arrows at each other
There's no such thing as a saint
There's no such things as a sinner
Whoa-oa-oa

There's a swan amongst the pigeons on Barcelona's floor
There's a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door
If you are sharpening your scissors I am sharpening my scissors
And I am sharpening my sword

So you can take me to the dragon slayer
Or you can take me to Rapunzil's windowsill
Either way it is time
For a bigger kind of kill
A Bigger kind of kill

I see your face when I close my eyes
I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise
To the occasion of catching things that fall
Like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build too tall

But I have navigated Iceland
I laid my claim on Portugal
I have seen into the wasteland
Of the future
Of the future of us all

Wah ah oh
I kicked at a whole country of dead dead leaves last fall
I kicked at a whole country of dead dead leaves last fall

Dead leaves
Dead leaves
Dead leaves

Seen from the back of a train
I rode away from your station
They drifted in the air
Like memoirs of old conversations
Sprung from a leather case
You opened in the wind
To watch the papers chase each other
Into oblivion

You’re such a champion
You're such a champion
I hide behind your sun
You are the champion

So you can take me to the dragon slayer
Whoa-oa-oa
You can take me to Rapunzil's windowsill
Whoa-oa-oa
Either way it is time, it is time
For a bigger kind of kill
A bigger kind of kill

(Dragon's Lair, Sunset Rubdown)