There’s a mountain in my teacup
It tries to teach the law
But then the golden age
Undergoes the great thaw
And all the halting numbers 
Can’t fake the storm I see
There’s a reverberation
That says it’s up to me
To unfold and remake
What they mean when they say
They do it for your sake
But I just swish the warmth
Around as it leaves the dregs
Of my hit of high
And I let go the one who weds
The prince on the white horse
The one who bit back words
And spit them out with no remorse 
In the quaking of a silver sea
He’s grown to become a memory to me
As I stave myself off the ripeness in my blood
And how I talked to him in the wood
With the trees surround
And nothing but their kissing sound
Leaf to leaf and toe to toe 
She’s a monster coz she tells me to let you go