Promises - Royal Wood

Well I once believed in a fairy tale

But now I’m holding a coffin nail

Between my lips closed tightly where we stand

And fearing now how to wield a sword

The final blow with a righteous word

Cutting away all remains of our ways

The end

O love

Words like dust how we shrug them off

Promises

How to resurrect all the glory days

To build a house where our story stays

Is anyone ever the savior they’d like to be?

Oh one by one though we can’t afford

With each new struggle a closing door

Is anyone ever the lover they’d like to be?

Our broken beauty

Can anyone save it?

Our broken beauty

Can anyone save it?

Again