Damp moss like a carpet in a home

Autumn leaves like a bed on a sea of foam

Birds for friends, who could wish for more

But he gets lonely, on his own

But I'm still in the dark

Or is it just the dark ages?

What would I give to be dressed in silver again

Just turn back some pages



Look to the sunlight, black absorbs the heat

In the chain mail letters I write, male chain enzymes freak

Did you know there's a lake down there?

Where I can get a drink

But he still thinks about freedom



Look to the sunlight, black absorbs the heat

In the chain mail letters I write, male chain enzymes freak

Did you know there's a lake down there?

Where I can get a dream

But it's only a dream about freedom



Damp moss like a carpet in a home

Autumn leaves like a bed on a sea of foam

Birds for friends, who could wish for more

But he gets homely on his throne