The Cities That You've Burned Lyrics

So amused, the six street peddlers come to sing your blues
The money spent, to dam the rivers of your discontent
You got your invitation to the bachelor's ball
And you stay out till the sun comes creeping up your bedroom wall

Ivory tower, you sit.........?
Skin and bones, the city streets below just weep and moan
But from your window above, you only hear the rain
you touch the world through a glove, it's so much easier than feelin pain

And they're inventing hunger in the grey of dawn
As I sit among your parliament of pawns
Just growing younger with every yawn

And in the ashes of the cities that you've burned
We'll sit and wait for your return

So composed, wake on the floor in your designer clothes
And so refined, you think the country is just a state of mind
switch like a switchblade my love, cut the young man down
You've been to heaven above, but your feet have never touched the ground

And we brought you roses in eternal bloom
While you stand before..........?
Holding a torch to your silver spoon

And in the ashes of the cities that you've burned
We'll sit and wait for your return