TwinklingStar Laydee's blog: "just notes of interest"

I had a king in a tenement castle
Lately he's taken to painting the pastel walls brown
He's taken the curtains down
He's swept with the broom of contempt
And the rooms have an empty ring 
He's cleaned with the tears 
Of an actor who fears for the laughter's sting 

I can't go back there anymore 
You know my keys won't fit the door 
You know my thoughts don't fit the man 
They never can they never can

I had a king dressed in drip-dry and paisley 
Lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind 
He lives in another time 
Ladies in gingham still blush 
While he sings them of wars and wine 
But I in my leather and lace 
I can never become that kind 

I can't go back there anymore 
You know my keys won't fit the door 
You know my thoughts don't fit the man 
They never can they never can

I had a king in a salt-rusted carriage 
Who carried me off to his country for marriage too soon
Beware of the power of moons
There's no one to blame
No there's no one to name as a traitor here 
The king's on the road
And the queen's in the grove till the end of the year

I can't go back there anymore 
You know my keys won't fit the door 
You know my thoughts don't fit the man 
They never can they never can