hear the rattling chains and baby rattles
now they are whispering secrets
from the latter days of the last summer of hope when
believers
silently shaking like leaves in a strong autumn breeze
slipped into the shadows to wait for the days
of the days of the end when camelot's ghosts would rattle again.
once i once i
upon a time i was a child i i
myself alone i thought i could i
thought i would become the ruler
of the world i thought i would be rich
i thought i would be king have money
have sex have love have power have everything
i thought all that and thought and thought and thought
and i thought do i want all that or do i just want to love my love
myself my love and me i would love her all my life just like the movies
be loved forever let all that go not want but be be him like mike like ike
like john like me