End Of Henley

Beautywood, Henley could

The dream was everywhere he looked

Saw a machine in the perfect girl

A factory of static in her eye

Light a fire, on the phone

Talk all night about the way to control

All the pain of the fame

You don't own

And the world we hold

Are you rich enough, are you still in love

Did it fade away or stand

(do what you will)

Did you open up, self destruct

Feel it leave your hands

(do you want mine, are you holding on)

Choose your crutch, lose your touch

Hold me to break or divide

I'm the poet understood

Who knew he would be

An eagle on a laminated sky

With your faith betrayed, bring it home

Through the hall of the fame

I know you're good, I sing your song

I need to know you feel it (don)

You stole the soul we're taking it back

With a rifle