Birdcage

So sad that you took it so badly and acted so madly
I'm so scared like a baby by the morning
With sunlight unfoldingWell, your eyes have turned red
And are holding me inside your story, in the end
You'll have started on a new one of anguish and delusionHe smiles just like a magician who's just cast his illusions
Of castles and sandstones on the back beach
And bright lights within your reachBut the sounds of a warning by the morning of hound dogs coming for me
With the ropes leading back to your knees
And you looking straight at me