There She Walks

Royal Horses


There she walks, don't waste your time go to her
tell her all the pretty lies you want to say.
There she walks, don't count your lines, just say the words
you're dying, boy, inside your chest to say.

And you'll always feel a little shy
about your homemade fairy rhymes,
and never feel the time is right
to say the thing that's on your mind,
but the things are piling up, and you're running out of time.

There she walks, her footsteps are a whisper in the darkness,
black ink stars that glide away.
There you stand, your two legs full of concrete
and a tongue that's been cut out and thrown away.

And you'll always feel a little shy
about your homemade fairy rhymes,
and never feel the time is right
to say the thing that's on your mind.
But the things are piling up, and you're running out of time.


Writer/s: Daniel Firth, Kenny Paul Mann, Shelly Kemp