i saw one taller than the rest
burning high to crumble down
beneath them all i stand to know
which princess today will be

in the carriage she sits upright
glassy eyes and soft taint lips
her hair and neck and bones all clear
her dress a curtain stained with rose

down the road the horses pulled
running the whip screams the mane
the rocks beat dust and the dust beats on
one fatal bump and the princess falls down

her hair and neck and bones all clear
her dress a curtain stained with rose.