Oedipus / Regina Spektor

Sometimes I’d stand by the royal walls

the sky’d be so big that it broke my soul

And I’d stand on my toes to catch a glimpse

Of my mother’s eyes and my mother’s skin

But she retired to her chambers

And we remained quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad

And to touch me made her awful sad

And to see me made her awful

And to touch me made her awful…