What the Writer Meant

Gold, alone Clinging to a stem Pretty soon this will be a skeleton Metropolises before Silent and smouldering Above the wild giant wailed Never will I do that again So strange, so strange, so strange To be shaped by such strange men Elizabeth explain What the writer meant That God is the one, God is the one, God is the one Who changed God is the one, God is the one, God is the one Who changed The General Buck toothed, bright eyed Frothing red Baltimore, you on the floor Me on the edge of the bed We saw him in one brutal gesture Tear that rabbit open You turned to me Isn't this supposed to be for children? So strange, so strange, so strange To be shaped by such strange moments Elizabeth, the train When will I see you again? Will you tell me your mind, tell me your mind, tell me that your mind Has changed? Tell me your mind, tell me that your mind has changed So strange, so strange, so strange Was I shaped for just this moment? Elizabeth, explain What the writer meant Elizabeth, explain What the writer meant Elizabeth, explain