Empire

No anchor to the ground
And her head's in the clouds
She knows she was made for this land
With the diligence of visionary hands [?]
And she does her job quite well
Shines a cast-iron smile and the people swear:

"O' we love, we love, we love, we love, to see her shine" (x2)

A hundred feet in the air
She sees everything
She looks down at her son
Says, "you've made a mess of me"

Shе is not quite in the scenе [?]
And all the people come to see
But in the end, they all leave
Effortlessly
And she knows that they may come back again
To see her broken down in bed

"O' we love, we love, we love, we love, to see her shine" (x2)

A hundred feet in the air
She sees everything
She looks down at her son
Says, "you've made a mess of me"

[?]

Ohhh
Ohhh
Hmm-mhm-mmm
"You've made a mess of me"