Odds of Olympus by TheRingmaster Lyrics
He's quiet
And robes misery
Ragged from every suitors stream
His honest sleeves a little bit dirty
Too bloody from the dark
He often wonders how he speaks
With gods and queens
So certain with promise
When he does not belong in this room
For no one believes in him
She's distant
And spits tragedy
Quiet from all attempts to sleep
Her careful fingers a little bit sticky
Too crooked for a heart
She often wonders how she speaks
With dreams and the youth
So certain with promise
When she does not belong in this tomb
For no one believes in her
No one believes in them
They often wonder how they speak
With gods and dreams
So certain with promise
They are certainly bold
But no one believes in them
And robes misery
Ragged from every suitors stream
His honest sleeves a little bit dirty
Too bloody from the dark
He often wonders how he speaks
With gods and queens
So certain with promise
When he does not belong in this room
For no one believes in him
She's distant
And spits tragedy
Quiet from all attempts to sleep
Her careful fingers a little bit sticky
Too crooked for a heart
She often wonders how she speaks
With dreams and the youth
So certain with promise
When she does not belong in this tomb
For no one believes in her
No one believes in them
They often wonder how they speak
With gods and dreams
So certain with promise
They are certainly bold
But no one believes in them