Crude Staple

Crude Staple
Climbing up the beanstalk
The grit beneath red hands
I'm wearing the clothes you like
I'm showing off my style

When can I come up
And reach your golden steps
When can you shine those eyes
Upon me?

Beautiful lover,
When can I see your letter
When can we meet forever
When will the sun fall down?

It's a dire long fall from here
The Earth looks so cold below
The bristle winds vainly give me
The goosebumps that have driven me.

The best you demanded
That your perfection designed
I would be perfected
And you'd me forever mine.

But the fairy tale ambitions
Have now turned away, to dust,
The pedals swept away
To leave old wooded husk.

What a long old way to fall
From love, how long I have to fall.
But of the princesses I've loved
To forget you is hardest of all.