Music and lyrics by J Stephen Roberts

 

Waltzing days in Maidenhead

Oh, she said this is my life

Let me live it in your head

She was a tattered little princess

In the shadows of the gardens

In the trees

She was her own world

 

All for waltzing days in Maidenhead

Twirling in the blood and in the red

Oh it’s never cold under the bridge instead

Sacred waltzing days in Maidenhead

 

The days were hopelessly convincing

Life attrition when a jilted politician

Makes killers into her pets

And she’d paint her lips pale raspberry

Oh, the days they’d spend dancing

In an empty room by the riverbed

 

All for waltzing days in Maidenhead

Let me get inside of your head

Lying in the gloom of the moonlight by your bed

Is like waltzing days in Maidenhead