Page France - Junkyard lyrics

You, me, and all the kings and queens Buried in the junkyard, And every time the herald Cherub sings We rattle with the car parts I was born to lie here patiently Be dragged on by the black star And you were told to glow majestically And love until your hands bleed You stole your mother's whitest gown Swallowed like a sunbeam And I stole your father's crusted crown It shook us like a bad dream They warned to lie impatiently Waiting for the big swing And you were more than dressing for a feast Eat until your teeth bleed Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you You look painfully true But I saw you cry Like you used to laugh When you looked around Were you looking back At a lonely love As to sprouting beans No one's quite as bloom As they play to be I would love to stay But my work is through I'm the truest song That was never true