I just can't stop my mind from running like my feet that pace one in front of the other in a solitary beeline. Why does he make me wait? He knows how I feel but I can't honestly say to myself that he loves me back with the burning passion that consumes me. It's been weeks since I could feel his strong arms around me. Weeks and years of hiding, this hiding and waiting to be found keeps me awake at night. Always careful never to look his way and put on the show that everyone has expected from us since school. I just can't take ths hiding anymore.

Where is my master the Rebel Prince

Who will shut all of these windows

It's these windows all around me

It's these windows who are telling me

To rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness

The smell of the crisp autumn leaves brings burning cold tears. It smells like his colonge and his cool skin. He rules every corner of my mind, completely ruling over everything. A dictator over my heart. And where is he when I need him the most? When I'm driven to the edge...

Where is my master the rebel prince

Bet breaking everything trying to get

To me in this two-bit hotel

Just to me before this windowsill

This pain can end, and I know how. To succeed in this task that no other seamed to be able to do. To take this life and empty my pounding head. Both feet on the edge and the blustery wind whips the dark hair infront of my famous green eyes. Fame I never wanted, fame that got in the way of what could have been my normal life with the man I love. His lips against mine not caring if the world sees us.

Does rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness

Oh I can see him now

Though it's so far away

Amongst the roving crowd

Going the other way

I can't watch him scowl at me one more time, I can't imagine his snide remarks that hide that sweet nothings he whispers to me at night. His fear is killing me.

Confounded anger burning with love for me

Où est mon maître le prince rebelle

Qui va fermer toutes ces fenêtre

Ce sont ces fenêtre autour de moi

Ce sont ces fenêtre qui m'appellent,

Qui m'appellent

I love you my dear but I can't wait for you to be comfortable with us. A man loving a man is impossible in your mind and it makes it impossible for me to stay. No more one night stands with your lover in our room. No more flowers to make up for the things you've said that brought me to tears. All I'm leaving you my love is one brilliant orange petal for each tear I've cried over you.

Marigold, Marigold, Marigold

I'm leaving the Roosevelt hotel

Marigold, Marigold, Marigold

I'm leaving the room we knew so well

This flight is freedom, this flight is better than a life in hiding, this flight is the end of us.

The end of me.

Marigold, Marigold, Marigold

Marigold, Marigold, Marigold

Marigold, Marigold, Marigold

Marigold, Marigold, Marigold