I could say what I mean (or I could dance around it)
it would feel good to scream (I should quiet down) I could be recognized (or I could stay in bed) look the world in the eyes (or just hang my head)
I´m holding steady this crooked crown Knowing I´ll lose it if I look down
When my ship has come in (when it runs aground) I´ll be smiling again (turn those corners down) I´ve got something to say (no one´s listening) it´s my reckoning day (so where´s the reckoning?)
I´m holding steady this crooked crown knowing I´ll lose it if I look down I´m holding steady this crooked crown
My prodigy and my idiot play for the prize of my delicate line somehow the score at the end of the day is still 51-49
I´m holding steady this crooked crown knowing I´ll lose it if I look down I´m holding steady this crooked crown