Straight into your heart, pretty to the grave   we can build with gold and put it in the ground   we may fall in line   we may change in time   fall in time   but when will you notice you ended with nothing but   the palest of blue   naked in the garden   Prince to the Queen   we can bend our guns and shoot upwards the sky   if it makes you pull off   if it makes you pull off such great heights then protect the water's eyes   when will you notice you ended with nothing at all