Rosie, I'm Wrong

I’m wrong, Rosie I’m wrong And I had a lot to drink The truth is, I’m just stupid Don’t ya think? Your walls, your high haunted walls The folding on my frame While the chorus Is a world that is wall-less Is soothing the pain I’m wrong, Rosie I’m wrong And I had a lot to drink The truth is, I’m just stupid Don’t ya think? Now she’s gone, really gone Now she’s gone, really gone Now she’s gone, really gone Gone for awhile anyway O queens, cast iron queens Your skin is cinder grey So why’re you weeping? As we both lie sleeping On palletts of hay I’m wrong, Rosie I’m wrong And I had a lot to drink Vain glory has left us so sorry Don’t ya think? Now she’s gone, really gone Now she’s gone, really gone Now she’s gone, really gone Gone for awhile anyway