The Most Beautiful Girl

She may well have been

The most beautiful girl in the world

Her life snuffed out

Like a bulldozer crushing a pearl

The secret committee

Deep in its lair

Conveniently far

From the cold desert air

Puts a tick in a box,

Turns the key in a lock

To loosen the bonds in her hair

Sleep if you can

Wrapped safe in your cloak

The tumbledown twilight

Havana smoke

Caught in your throat

Mistress Liberty's dance

Held you in its trance

Her bosoms were loaded with nectar and lances

"Well, boys", she said

"You have broken the trust.

Hold onto that stick if you must."

Take a fresh grip

On the crucible rune

The patchwork of ashes

Sweeps away love like a broom

Madness comes down

Like the crackpot of ages

The raging of angels

Cathedral of stars

Christopher Robin says

"Alice, go home now.

They're no longer changing the guard."

"Hold on", she said

"You're breaking my heart"

It's weird how the steel rails

Disappear into the dark

They clung to the ivory tower on her braids

They were never afraid of falling

But the bomb hit the spot where the numbers all stop

And the last thing they heard was her calling...

Home

Home, I'm coming home

I'm the life that you gave

I'm the children you save

I'm the promise you made

I'm the woman you crave

So hold on

I'm coming home

(Hold on, I'm coming home)