the moon flies past the darkhouse shines a light in she is in a corner, cornered and the dust fills everything she thought she needed saving by the prince of hopelessness she dreams of Barbie dolls and lemonade and she's nowhere near it the moon flies past the darkhouse shines a light in he left on the ten-fifteen while the kids were sleeping oh his talk so sweet and she's a sugar junkie St Francis and the j**el thief living in the dark in the darkhouse St Francis and the j**el thief living in the dark in the darkhouse
is that the price crawling to paradise all the way, all the way on your knees, on your knees yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees a car flies past the darkhouse throws a light in from here she sees the corner where he left her crying she thought she needed saving by the prince of hopelessness he dreams of Barbie dolls and lemonade she was nowhere near it yeah, yeah, yeah crawling to paradise yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, on your knees yeah, yeah, yeah, on your knees