In a dusty corner inside my room
Behind some silken cover
I found a coat of arms
For me to wear
In a city of the ancient rites
Imperial alcoves and ornate groves
I came here and it’s hard to bear
For some of us it’s tough to swallow
Dealing with these diatribes
Of kneeling, naked, shallow
Shallow.
And none of this seems right
I’m not on time but never late
Why can’t I just go home?
Why can’t I wear the night?
Like a solemn oath, a blanket for those lighting eyes
A coat of arms for my desire
That will not fit
That never fits.