White Eyes

Cards come tumbling down Who shall strike the crown For a queen finds a rook not a fairy tale, not a book And the kings of old have their stories told, long ago Just read their lips, they'd be anywhere with anyone else Just to hold their throne So you fill their veins with anything from A to H Just to hold their throne Cards come tumbling down Who shall strike the crown For a queen finds a rook not a fairy tale, not a book I don't want her And the kings of old have their stories told, like a fairy tale from long ago Open up, its just a game Close your eyes It won't change Open up, its just a game Close your eyes It won't change Cards come tumbling down Who shall strike the crown Cards come tumbling down Who shall strike the crown For a queen finds a rook not a fairy tale, not a book I don't want her And the kings of old have their stories told, like a fairytale from long ago