this is not a song about women. his love is the poets muse I'm guessing Euterpe. muse of lyric poetry. the poets muse holds him to a higher standard than normal life. many of the lyrics refer to this. Not necessarily faithful yet true like ice like fire. Quiet delicate and can't be bought.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
this is not a song about women. his love is the poets muse I'm guessing Euterpe. muse of lyric poetry. the poets muse holds him to a higher standard than normal life. many of the lyrics refer to this. Not necessarily faithful yet true like ice like fire. Quiet delicate and can't be bought.
Then, How do you explain this verse
Then, How do you explain this verse
The cloak and dagger dangles, Madams light the candles. In ceremonies of the horsemen, Even the pawn must hold a grudge. Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into one another, My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The cloak and dagger dangles, Madams light the candles. In ceremonies of the horsemen, Even the pawn must hold a grudge. Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into one another, My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to argue or to judge.