Sweetest candy turns a heavy stone.
Hottest moment breaks as cold as ice.
If feeling means stripping down to the bone,         
I’d rather stay alone.

Turning my pages, all the books I’ve been throwing away.
Closing the holes, where all the moments enter a day.
Upon my head, upon my face, upon my last eternal wooden grace.
All the times that I cried, that I cried.

Took a day to steal the kingdoms crown.
The golden face atop a silver moon.
No one in front and no one else around.
The secrets I have found.

Turning all those pages flown away.
Closing the holes, where all the moments enter a day.
Upon my head, upon my face, upon my last eternal wooden grace.
All the times that I cried, that I cried.