Trophy Room

And innocence was lost
For a beggar

And then no more recovery, it's lost
Inside another room of frost

And she keeps her prizes in a room
Hanging heads in misery stars
I had lost her too soon
And then I went too far

All those whispering heads are moaning
And between them, a thorn
All the heads are grumbling
Each of them love sworn

And she keeps her prizes in a room
Thousands heads staring back at me
She says this is her trophy room
And innocence is lost

No more trust
Nothing more
A delusion
Nothing more.