Paul England - The Prince of Solitude and the Golden-Haired Woman Lyrics

Oh, set alight these old and dusty curtains
Take a breath of smoky air
Recall the one who wakes the sun
To fall upon her golden hair

You were born in a house of diamonds
There were angels in the rafters
Dreams and mirrors hung on the walls
Beside the works of ancient masters

And this woman, she was marble
Her face, a Roman statue
And yet, you tied yourself to your throne
Oh, wretched Prince of Solitude

Yes, this golden-haired woman lay beside you
You held a tear upon your eye
As formless voices whispered sorrow
In every ocean, in every sky

Ah, but there was silence in the bedroom
Where fevers run much higher
And you wrote the words to your own song
Of a love that could not tire

You wore the planets on your fingers
You spoke at higher volumes
But now the sky is open, the ocean too deep
Oh, drowned Prince of Solitude

You could have taken more than you were given
We both know that this is true
If you had learned to smile at Fortune
When Fortune's child smiles at you

The golden woman leaves them begging
The masters of perfection
And your hand begins to carve the lines
That ruined your perfect complexion

Now the flames rise up to meet your sculpture
Your lungs breathe in the fire
Your arms and legs still bound by wire
Oh, eternal Prince of Solitude