Castling - The Narrative

Dress, dress me down -- I don’t mind.

Leave me to my insides.

I don’t need this lonely skin anymore.

Take, take it all, rook to king;

Oh I’ve been guarding something.

You keep chasing me to walls, always.

That’s the way she leaves me;

it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach

me.

That old disguise, sinking slow;

are you feeling so alone?

Maybe we should speak our minds, baby.

Well it’s not that I’m insecure;

I just need to be sure.

These things tend to burn with time, always.

And that’s the way she leaves me;

it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach me.

My hands are wandering astray.

My queen moves every single way.

Well I swear I don’t believe in love… this is as close as I can come.

Dress, dress me down -- I don’t mind.

Leave me to my insides.

I don’t need this lonely skin anymore.

That’s the way she leaves me;

it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach

me.

The shades and squares remain;

soon they will run even, and when they’re all

the same, we’ll find each other easily.

My hands are wandering astray.

My queen moves every single way.

I swear I don’t believe in love.

this is as close as I can come.

There’s nothing left that I won’t say, 'cause my queen moves every single way.