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?