Lyrics

Abandoned toys and balls of string
Photographs of pretty things
The memory of last year’s folly
You understand them all too well
When you’re not caught up in the spell
Of your well of captives crawling
Your lips, your hands, and shiny skin
Are nothing but a shape to them
You’re just a goddess they pray to
And all of them just want a piece of you.

I see you in the noonday sun
And claim I speak a different tongue
When still I yearn for midnight touching
I hear the words that prophets preach
But still, my hand goes out to reach
I curse myself and long for nothing
And you parade out on the streets
Where soldiers throw flowers at your feet
I know that I cannot be true
‘Cause everybody wants a piece of you.

There is a key the story states
That opens up the prison gates`
You hope to meet the prince who has it
But certainly, a time will come
As fate is beating on her drum
When all your spells will lose their magic
All your charms will slowly fade
You never owned them anyway
And time and tide catch up to you
No one will want a piece of you