Camelot
in smithereens
Your kingdom
has gone down, my friend
Camelot,
in washed out jeans,
your staying power
has come to an end
and all the magic I missed
and all the days I squandered
and all the nights I passed out
countless are the nights I wandered
I'm trying hard to sound vague
but can I just hold you in my arms
I promise you we'll never
talk about the promise again