Gilding the Lily

Gilding the Lily - The Library is on Fire

I woke up from a purple dream

The house was dark a lonely gleem

Had flashed upon my waking eyes

Such a sad device

That I could not seem to make nice

I'm still the same old boy you see

A little more tough than I used to be

But I'm still not good at goodbyes

And I still keep putting out fires

That come to be

The charm of you has come to me

And I'm a little more soft than I used to be

But I still can take a surprise

You've got the sweetest replies

So I just keep killing the flies

Surround the room