Emperor’s New Clothing

Lyrics

I listen for secrets hidden in whispers And in the winter time I catch them tickling my whiskers Colliding with wind chimes The type that send shivers up and down tingling spines Thinking time could stretch if We'd spin a design inside our web that would catch drifts The type that blow out birthday candles before we make our death wish I'm waiting for a message in my calling; I'm checking my voicemail And I'm answering machines with man made dreams Man made band-aids cover up the seams and the cover-up seems To only work if the wound never opens up or bleeds Beads of sweat form above the eyes of a heathen Emperor Who won't get on his feet and step outside into the freezing temperature He wants to adjust the global thermostat But he's so remote; you can't control the world like that Come to find these eggs ain't even golden I see depreciation in the family jewels the Queen is holding That marriage was fixed; it happened when her feet were frozen She still remains to be the only one who's seen the Emperor's new clothing...