[Verse 1] Seventy feet of tower and nowhere to go she fed me lies with the soup every night for eighteen years told me the world outside would swallow me whole funny thing about lies you start to taste them eventually I braided it every morning like she taught me something to do with my hands while I planned she used to pull herself up by it grab fistful after fistful on the way to the window I smiled every single time I was already deciding [Pre-Chorus] He climbed up on a Tuesday said darling I can save you I said honey I been saving myself for years [Chorus] All that hair all that pretty golden hair you thought it kept me prisoner it kept me patient All that hair learned to braid a noose before I learned to braid a crown all that hair and all that silence all that waiting finally paid out [Verse 2] She came back on a Wednesday like she always did singing that song, that awful song she made up for me I let her get all the way up all the way to the top let her catch her breath let her smile at me then I stepped back from the window just one step just one and watched the look on her face change for the very first time in eighteen years she looked at me like I was something she didn't recognize good [Pre-Chorus] He climbed up on a Tuesday said darling I can save you I said honey I been saving myself for years [Chorus] All that hair all that pretty golden hair you thought it kept me prisoner it kept me patient All that hair learned to braid a noose before I learned to braid a crown all that hair and all that silence all that waiting finally paid out [Bridge] [electric violin, high and frantic, like something unraveling fast] They found her at the bottom of the tower said it looked like an accident said the girl must have run off said she was probably scared, probably alone out there probably wouldn't last a week in the real world I lasted I lasted just fine I cut it all off with her own scissors left it coiled at the base of the tower like a shed skin and walked into the woods barefoot and smiling and I never looked back [Final Chorus] All that hair all that pretty golden hair you thought it kept me prisoner it kept me patient All that hair braided every morning into something beautiful and deadly all that hair and all that silence all that waiting finally paid out finally paid out [Outro] [single violin note, clean and free, echoing into open space] No tower No braid No mother Just me Finally just me