Lady's Bower - Compos Mentis

The metropolitan suburbia is a cage

Wings are naïve banners, but keys

I see you in your jail of despair

Yeah, see you in your jail of despair

Suburban bird lost in gentle pain

I see you strangled in your fears

Spread your fantasy and unlock this repressing cell

Denude your heart today

Hear you utter a disguised lament

Frail and sore your prayers extend

But my hand is just a crude bridge

Yeah, my hand is just a crude bridge

The halo is a sling of shiny rope

Laughter a blithe dress of lust

Not a funeral parade beneath the sun

As I whisper my last goodbye