Story The Gilded Cage
Even when I was a little girl -- even then No one could tell me why, no one convinced me, Through the cathedral, The high windows spilling crimson light Cross the deceived ones, no evidence of grace in their eyes But when I saw the father, shaken, spent like spare change, On his knees and under the gun Then I wondered what would become of me You might have told me that love is not enough You might have lied and told me that it was, The gilded cage and the holy three Don't tell the truth as far as I can see And in the end you choose someone, something, and Others fade from view And the world outside your lives exhausts you Therein lies the ritual, you harbor no curiosity for the High windows, the crimson light, or the deceived ones - Dying randomly But when I saw the father, shaken, spent like spare change, On his knees and under the gun Then I wondered what would become of me You might have told me that love is not enough You might have lied and told me that it was, The gilded cage and the holy three Don't tell the truth as far as I can see
