a Singer of Songs - The Crying Game Lyrics

I smashed a TV last night
A quiet evening just went wild
I broke a bottle on the table
Walked on glass into the night
A trail of blood I left behind
Mumbled words like fuel for fire
Tried to keep my shoulders straight
Despite the weight of the sky

And I cried out loud

I mistook a fool for a king
Frivolity for grace of a queen
Genius for the few
Who fail to sleep when they dream
All the beauty that I see
All the joy I fail to feel
It's not me who chose the road
It's the road that's chosen me

And then I cried out loud

Then I drowned in silence
While another wild evening
Just went quiet