run

The clock struck midnight

And down went the axe

The pumpkin, glass slipper

All that was left

The clock struck midnight

And it all disappeared

Ball gown, carriage

Nothing is left here

The stars are old

And the day grows cold

And the cards all fold

And the twisted darkness grows

All that is left

Is a piece of glass

Worthless and obsessed

She runs far away...

--

The clock struck midnight

And the lone werewolf cries

Left and so lonely

He wonders if it's time that he should die

Glass shards cut into

Every piece of youth

He underestimated the

Things that love can do

Forever destined

Denied his family

The only hope

Has run away barefoot

If he wishes

To catch his Alice

Then Romeo's gotta

Run far,

            far,

                 far,

                     far away...