by millard and Millard

tea kettle broken in the courtyard of her majesty

but she’s not to blame

she’s not to blame

she’s not to blame

playing with fire when he’s down to his last match

it’s his favorite game

his favorite game

his favorite game

days long gone

just like dreams

rather she be here

next to me

visions of her

mystical scene

rather she be here

whispering

we are love and love is where we are

it’s her favorite game

her favorite game

but it’s a crying shame

days long gone

just like dreams

rather she be here

next to me

visions of her

mystical scene

rather she be here

whispering

blue lies

days long gone

just like dreams

rather she be here

next to me

visions of her

mystical scene

rather she be here

whispering

blue lies