The Wolves Of The Orangery by Jorja Chalmers Lyrics

The wolves of the orangery
Are skulking round the gallery
Waiting for you

The wolves of the orangery
Are smelling the white orchids
Are they coming for you?

Six turtle doves arranged in a cage for crown
It's Marie Antoinette
Pink velvet in the rain

The wolves of the orangery
Are getting very hungry
'Cause they know you
They slowly climb one hundred steps
The stone that rеaches, reaches for thе full moon

The net is settling on her powered brow
The banquet is in place
The crown will be displaced
The wolves of the orangery
Are feeding in a fury
Crash and burn and hang them all
Gold flakes will fall
They'll love you till you're no more