Fable - 3

Alarmed by fascination

The darkness in me grows

A moment’s hesitation

The dark assumes control

Really, I don’t know what matters

I only know two things

The first it is the flower that flatters

The second is a scorpion stings

Well…

I’m giving up on a wish in the well

Alright

I’m sick and tired of trying to tell

Whether I am facing front or back

Waiting in line

Let me sling this fable

Have you seen the papers?

They’re written from a bird’s eye view

Unsafe beneath the surface of saviors

They can’t see me or you… Well…

I’m giving up on a wish in the well

I’m sick and tired of trying to tell

Whether I am facing front or back

Waiting in line

Let me sling this fable

Well the future came today

The alarm bell sounds the stage

While these fools twiddle their thumbs

Something wicked this way comes

I’m giving up on a wish in the well

I’m sick and tired of trying to tell

I’m giving up on a wish in the well my love

I’m sick and tired

Whether I am facing front or back

Waiting in line

Let me sling this fable

Another wish another well

I’m giving up on a wish in the well

I’m sick and tired of trying to tell

Oh I’m giving up on a wish in the well

I’m giving up on a wish in the well