The kings boat came home to shore,
But the white sails weren't sailing anymore,
They were tattered, they were torn,
And the mast had fallen down,

And the kings grief was so great,
That he threw himself off the cliff to the ground,
And the kings grief was so great,
That he threw himself off the cliff to the ground.

I burned my fingers on those boiling scales,
I felt the welt grow,
I could taste the pain.
At one time I thought you were all I had,
But I've got all i need now,
Im doing fine without that.

Its those cold December nights that
Makes you wish there was less room in your bed,
Its those cold December nights that
Makes you wish there was less room in your bed,
This feels forced, this feels hollow,
I said I love you,
Theres no tomorrow without you,
But we both know that that's not true.

I just ignore it,
You just enjoy it.

Strings, strings guide me,
Hands, hands play me,
Waves, waves swallow me,
Im falling into you completely.

The frosts fist fighting with the autumn air,
Electric static holds our bodies still,
My branches quiver with the fear of death,
One Hundred years of history hits the deck,
And now they shape me like a wooden man,
With arms and legs and strings and hands to hold.

These strings can break,
Im yours entirely,
These strings can break,
Im yours entirely,
Bring the real boy to life.