Wrong notes, old frustrating used quotes
men with pencils making copious notes
out in the dark, cut the far left wing
an old man shaking a sheet of tin
judgment's fallen, the well spawned webs
pictures of old used bareness
local priest still holds the floor
with the same old lines from the time before

Don't you know when I've had enough
laugh it off, ain't that tough
don't you know when I've had enough
I like to be alone
want to be alone, just to be alone

Sacred profession still guards the walls
but my castle keeps guarantees the fall
selling souls for a mean half truth
but the power and the king shared the palace roof
welcome flowers lead a funeral train
when you're out in the desert don't you pray for me

Don't you know when I've had enough
laugh it off, ain't that tough
don't you know when I've had enough
I like to be alone
want to be alone, just to be alone

And they fool themselves
into thinking that they're talking about
that they never doubt it,
want to be alone, just to be alone

Save me