Testo Kingdom Within

And I'll try to leave the party
While I'm still having fun
But such a taste still keens, for the nibble has been
On the finest of afternoons

And where will you leave your sorrow?
Buried like coins of gold
On a chain to wear that's quite heavy to bear For the finest of afternoons

There's a shiver that runs through you
Though your quiver of life is full
Even darling buds die and rivers run dry
On the finest of afternoons

Why wear your tourniquet here?
Why would you tame your love?
But there were things in you that I never once knew
On the finest of afternoons

Did you taste the water?
Or was it filtered through?
When you did, you knew that the struggle was true On the finest of afternoons

There's a shiver that runs through you
Like the longing for something new
Even darling buds die and rivers run dry
On the finest of afternoons

So how will you make your confessions?
With no kingdom within, such a rudderless thing we become
To see (To see)
To see such a simple condition
And I think that someone like you
Should've figured that out all along

There's a shiver that runs through you
Like a quiver of love's first bloom
Even darling buds die and rivers run dry
On the finest of afternoons

And the river wants what, the river wants what
Will sever those ties for you
But in these terrible times, the pliant might find
The finest of afternoons