Dragon's Lair

I'm sorry that I'm late

I went blind

I got confetti in my eyes

I was held up at yesterday's parties

I was needed on the congo line

But my dear, oh, my dear

I'd like to fight the good fight for another couple of years

'Cause to say the war is over is to say you are a widow

You're not a widow yet

You're not a widow yet

You're not a widow yet

You're not a widow yet

So this one's for the critics and their disappointed mothers

For the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other

Ain't no such thing as a saint,

Ain't no such thing as a sinner, oh

There's a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona's floor

There's a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door

If you are sharpening your scissors

I am sharpening my scissors,

And I am sharpening my sword

So you can take me to the dragon's lair

Or you can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill

Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill

A bigger kind of kill

Oh, I see your face when I close my eyes

Oh, I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise

To the occasion of catching things that fall

Like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build too tall

But I have navigated Iceland

I've laid my claim on Portugal

I have seen into the wasteland

Oh, the future

Oh, the future of us all

Of dead, dead leaves last fall

Oh, keep them in her country

Of dead, dead leaves last fall

Dead leaves

Dead leaves

Dead leaves

Dead leaves

Seen from the back of a train

I rode away from your station

They drifted in the air

Like memoirs of old conversations

Sprung from a leather case

You opened in the wind

To watch the papers chase each other

Into oblivion

You're such a champion

You're such a champion

I hide behind your sun

You are the champion

So you can take me to the dragon's lair

You can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill

Either way it is time, oh, it is time

For a bigger kind of kill

A bigger kind of kill