Torch

I could smell by the spell that you threw at me
I did fight you, tried to push you away
Better men have fallen down, some have grown up
In your court I mistook your remark, your dead-eyed look
If you're royalty then I failed to see what's to come of hell and eternity

I could chase you away with a stick or a torch
I won't fight it or invite it back into this place

In your dress you digressed to something stuck on my shoe
In your house I fell down, your woods are old, they are worn out

I recall it well, but it's now hard to tell
I'm not a servant or a body at the bottom of your wishing wеll

The proper attitude of this problеm
Does not concern my name, signed at the bottom
And it seems you've got me in a holding pattern
But don't let it worry you
'cause it really doesn't matter
Nothing matters, I'm done with it