I locked you into a small room I brought you grief and pain
I bought you wine and roses red then I did it all over again
Oh mama, oh no mama, why did that beast chew off your hand
Because you offered it to him you really thought he'd understand
Oh Come see what I have done
Oh What have I done
The stars aint made of silver no and the moon aint made of gold
You gotta run up to the rooftops when the balcony's been closed
My lady of unending woe how do you sleep at night
My lady lays down soft and slow beside me where I lay
Oh Come see what I have done
Whoa What have I done
The cuckoo she's a pretty bird yes she warbles as she flies
But ya kept it in a cage and now she's tearing out your eyes
Last night I had to kill my pal a fine and healthy horse
But I was just trying to keep myself warm that's why I slept inside the corpse
Whoa Come see what I have done
Oh no what have I done
It was not me it was not you it was the plot of little dreams
And these ain't the broken hearts of who we are but who we long to be
By my blood and by my veins and by my bones and by my soul
My wolves are all in a row a-howling at the shadows you throw upon the snow
Whoa Come see what I have done
Oh no what have I done
I bought you wine and roses red then I did it all over again
Oh mama, oh no mama, why did that beast chew off your hand
Because you offered it to him you really thought he'd understand
Oh Come see what I have done
Oh What have I done
The stars aint made of silver no and the moon aint made of gold
You gotta run up to the rooftops when the balcony's been closed
My lady of unending woe how do you sleep at night
My lady lays down soft and slow beside me where I lay
Oh Come see what I have done
Whoa What have I done
The cuckoo she's a pretty bird yes she warbles as she flies
But ya kept it in a cage and now she's tearing out your eyes
Last night I had to kill my pal a fine and healthy horse
But I was just trying to keep myself warm that's why I slept inside the corpse
Whoa Come see what I have done
Oh no what have I done
It was not me it was not you it was the plot of little dreams
And these ain't the broken hearts of who we are but who we long to be
By my blood and by my veins and by my bones and by my soul
My wolves are all in a row a-howling at the shadows you throw upon the snow
Whoa Come see what I have done
Oh no what have I done
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