The Prince
I saw you standing there
waving three long thin jacket plumes
at the prince of notoriety.
You were calling him time wasted
'cause his style had
no variety.
I defended your honour
with the fierceness of a knight
but we got separated
when everyone took flight
Didn't matter anymore
as we all headed for the door
but they came after me anyway
floating bullets down the hallway
I knew the path that they had taken
was hot like Mama's baking
I could dodge the lead they were throwing
as time was softly slowing...
Then I went down to the music shop
and all of the rooms were empty
so I went down to the basement
that had become
the land of plenty.
then the veil shimmered thin
and I felt my new blanket
against my skin.
It was an overcast morning
it was silent and it was boring.
I sat and wondered why
and did you made it
out alright.
Copyright 2002 by Mark Kuntsi
Mark: lead vocals, bass, acoustic guitar, electric guitar solo
Malcolm: drums, chimes
Colin: harmony vocals, acoustic & electric guitars