Castles (Magneta Lane)

So you wait for those stars to align, Do you take that, I won't take that, Blood and the lust and the moon drive me wild Dear I've earned that, You can't just have that Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles When does this all get better, Baby, I was born clever Still I have a dead head in my hands As I cry through the tremors To believe this gets better. No, no, no! I don't want to write sad songs, There's something better Where's the sun, here it comes Here it comes. If you plan to leave by the door Forget her Is it done, is it done? Keep me. They will march to the beat of my drum Lover's bite them, Coward's need that So I trace all the lines in this poem Born with small hearts; Love won't fix that. Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles When does all this get better, Baby, I was born clever Still I have a dead head in my hands As I cried through the tremors To believe this gets better. No, no, no! I don't want to write sad songs, There's something better Where's the sun, here it comes Here it comes. If you plan to leave behind the door Forget her Is it done, is it done, Are you done. Oh, I have a dead head in my hands When does all this get better? Baby, I was born clever. Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles, And I'll laugh through the tremors, And believe this gets better. No, no, no! I don't want to write sad songs, There's something better Where's the sun, here it comes Here it comes. If you plan to leave behind the door Forget her Is it done, are you done, Is it done? I don't want to write sad songs, There's something better Where's the sun, here it comes Here it comes. If you plan to leave by the door Forget her Is it done, there's the sun, baby.