Текст песни Story - The Gilded Cage
Story - The Gilded Cage слова песни
Even when I was a little girl -- even thenNo one could tell me why, no one convinced me,Through the cathedral,The high windows spilling crimson lightCross the deceived ones, no evidence of grace in their eyesBut when I saw the father, shaken, spent like spare change,On his knees and under the gunThen I wondered what would become of meYou might have told me that love is not enoughYou might have lied and told me that it was,The gilded cage and the holy threeDon`t tell the truth as far as I can seeAnd in the end you choose someone, something, andOthers fade from viewAnd the world outside your lives exhausts youTherein lies the ritual, you harbor no curiosity for theHigh windows, the crimson light, or the deceived ones -Dying randomlyBut when I saw the father, shaken, spent like spare change,On his knees and under the gunThen I wondered what would become of meYou might have told me that love is not enoughYou might have lied and told me that it was,The gilded cage and the holy threeDon`t tell the truth as far as I can see