Original lyrics

EN

I believe you when you lie to me You should know that by now You weave your words inside of me And I wear them inside out And he keeps calling me his little queen Baby's always doing make believe Every night I cut his widow's peak 'Cause he don't like the way he used to be There's a fire in the apple tree A perfect stranger lying next to me He's playing God with broken figurines He keeps calling me his little queen And I believe Oh, I believe I am like an empty house With an attic full of you When the flood comes, you're safe and sound And I'm left stranded on the roof He keeps calling me his little queen Baby's always doing make believe Every night I cut his widow's peak 'Cause he don't like the way he used to be There's a fire in the apple tree A perfect stranger lying next to me He's playing God with broken figurines He keeps calling me his little queen And I believe Oh, I believe Going, going, going, going gone Going, going, going, going gone Going, going, going, going gone Going, going, going, going gone He keeps calling me his little queen Baby's always doing make believe Every night I cut his widow's peak 'Cause he don't like the way he used to be There's a fire in the apple tree A perfect stranger lying next to me He's playing God with broken figurines He keeps calling me his little queen And I believe Oh, I believe Doesn't it seem so spiritual? Seem so spiritual?