William Nein - Victoria's Roof Lyrics

Blue stars on Victoria's roof, secrets on her underground
Hiding from the wandering hands pulling up the weeds
Letters trapped between the pages waiting for fingers to hold
And tuck them in to darkened draws, read beneath bedsheets of paper
Blackened by the authors hand, words blacken the authors hand
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright

Mouths and tongues expelling words, schooling for the broken-hearted
Firing empty casket shells into the flesh of the buried wounded
Planting masts between her knees, bowing to the queen of vengeance
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright