knowing that it wasn't your fault or mine
and the spring will leave this room
and the flowers trapped inside
and the rain will stop and the ladders flood under the weight of budding eyes
and the king will hear the call from the silence of his crown and free us from these casualties
and the spring will leave this room
and the spring will leave this room
and the spring will leave this room
and the spring will leave this room
knowing that it wasn't your fault
and the spring will leave this room
and the flowers trapped inside
and the rain will stop and the ladders break under the weight of budding eyes
and the queen will hear the call from the silence of her crown
and free us from these tragedies her majesty allows
and the spring will leave this room
and the spring will leave this room
and the spring will leave this room