Noble, nocturnal eyes Of Isabelle [?] and ink Watch as the waters rise Don't worry, but don't blink One day I'll write a madrigal, and they'll Sing it at my funeral My seven widows in the wood Yeah, they criticize and curse at me Recognize eventually Oh, he was mad, but it was good Feeble, unfiltered words Of majesty and smoke Watch as their purpose blurs Don't worry, but don't hope One day I'll write a madrigal, and they'll Sing it at my funeral My seven widows in the wood Yeah, they criticize and curse at me Recognize eventually Oh, he was mad, but it was good Take me to the water's edge Take me to the water's edge Take me to the water's edge Take me to the water's edge One day I'll write a madrigal, and they'll Sing it at my funeral My seven widows in the wood Ooh ooh, they criticize and curse at me Recognize eventually Oh, he was mad, but it was good Ooh oh, one day I'll write a madrigal, and they'll Sing it at my funeral My seven widows in the wood Yeah, they criticize and curse at me Recognize eventually Oh, he was mad, but it was good