Merry Christmas! (Though it's not a Christmas song). It's one of these tracks that I've been messing around, and it shouldn't be taken too seriously. It falls apart every now and then, a true definition of chaos.
Lyrics:
He wrote about you poems and many songs he sang
Can’t be sure if you heard them all, and knew what they meant
He imagined your soft touch, though he’s never touched your hands
‘Cause when he looks at you, babe, he sees a Lady of the Lost Lands
There’s so much sweetness in your beauty, and wisdom in your mind
He goes to pieces all the time, there’s no tranquility to find
He wrote about you in ways that should not bring offence
‘Cause when he looks at you, babe, he sees a Lady of the Lost Lands
He was eager just to watch you blossom into Beauty Queen
Impatient by nature, he travelled to another scene
There he saw the future you, dancing to wild sarabands
And when he looked at you, babe, he saw a Lady of the Lost Lands
The days are filled with heat, the nights are just so restless
You can read his mind, girl, so you know he’s rather careless
Longing for the summer wind from one hundred purple fans
But when he looks at you, babe, he sees a lady of the Lost Lands
Today’s now a memory, tomorrow’s in the fleeting state
In this arena they call wishing well, you won’t find a soulmate
He’s mesmerized to gaze at you ‘neath the broken Heaven’s gates
Oh Lady of the Lost Lands
He came in from the luxury with no visible pain
He’s been living in confusion, yet riding the gravy train
Torn between the smoke and Egyptian storm of sands
Now when he looks at you, babe, he sees a Lady of the Lost Lands
Had this feeling way before our love just couldn’t last
Even when it’s so romantic, it gets caught by cruel rust
“No need to whisper, honey, your lover understands”
‘Cause when he looks at you, babe, he sees a Lady of the Lost Lands
Now, my dear, he’ll pay a visit to a Devil’s Advocate
He’ll write down all his preachings, using them against your friends
With a word you can lift the suspense to make necessary amends
‘Cause when he looks at you, babe, he sees a Lady of the Lost Lands
Last but not least, he’s down he couldn’t get more
You didn’t pursue the singer when he started feeling sore
Acting like the crowd below you, you held tight to the wristbands
And yet babe, when he looked at you, he saw a Lady of the Lost Lands
#ladyofthelostlands
#paulsinwill
#singersongwriter