Violet Baudelaire

Oh to be in the heart of the land when the sign comes from above.

Oh to see in the heart of a man, when he gathers all he loves,

When he gathers all he love.

 

What’s the game if we all will lose, tell me what have we turned into?

And would you change if you had to choose

If the hardest parts come true,

when the hardest parts come true?

 

Has the world gone crazy or just weary of us?

Has the world gone crazy or just weary of us?

We’ve lost your trust.

Please don’t give up.

Please don’t give…

 

Oh to be with Violet Baudelaire before the smoke rose and filled the sky.

Oh to tie a ribbon in her hair, tell her all will be just fine.

Oh to find a castle in the air, hold her trembling hand in mine,

Hold her trembling hand in mine,

Hold your trembling hand in mine