The Folk Implosion - End Of Henley Lyrics
Beautywood, Henley couldThe dream was everywhere he lookedSaw a machine in the perfect girlA factory of static in her eyeLight a fire, on the phoneTalk all night about the way to controlAll the pain of the fameYou don't ownAnd the world we holdAre you rich enough, are you still in loveDid it fade away or stand(do what you will)Did you open up, self destructFeel it leave your hands(do you want mine, are you holding on)Choose your crutch, lose your touchHold me to break or divideI'm the poet understood Who knew he would beAn eagle on a laminated skyWith your faith betrayed, bring it homeThrough the hall of the fameI know you're good, I sing your songI need to know you feel it (don)You stole the soul we're taking it backWith a rifle