He thought he'd listen in, and he knows where you've been, 'cause Iago is a curse by a door
Now we should elope, in a vigilant scope, 'cause your father is apposed to the Moor

Look to the sky, a nursery rhyme, why can't you paint me white, same as your diamond eyes
They'll never see, and torture me, here wont you take this rag, proof that I am your man

If the saints had my back, just a misplaced rag, and the culprit would fall from the throne
But sirens were false, pent-up jealously engrossed, and his fire consumed our soul

Look to the sky, a nursery rhyme, why can't you paint me white, same as your diamond eyes
They'll never see, and torture me, here wont you take this rag, proof that I am your man

Remember us as a soldier, and suffocated lover

Don't blame me