he calls her "tigermoth"
she laughs a tear and he looks at the floor
he asks when her plane is leaving
"this afternoon, four."
he asks to see her off
she says she'll be o.k.
he swallows hard and pulls her close
she walks away
she walks away
he says,
"camelot will never be the same without you
but living on borrowed faith is just not the way
it breaks my heart to see you so blue
it'll never be the same without you"
he boards the bus at three-fifteen
he's headed for the train
he sits beside no one
for fear of conversation
far from the windows and the rain
the bus arrives
she's nowhere to be found
he cries his eyes out
he never makes a sound
"camelot will never be the same without you
but living on borrowed faith is just not the way
it breaks my heart to see you so blue
it'll never be the same without you"
she stares for hours in the mirror
at the reflection of the room
no concern for beauty here
no cautious optimism
she's hungry for the moon
somewhere in the night
michael spreads his wings
rushing through the velvet curtain
to her soul he sings
and he says,
"camelot will never be the same without you
but borrowed faith is just not the road to take
to find a place in all this dark and gloom
the path of nails and scars is the only way
the path of nails and scars is the only way”
