To the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhere
i have watched you arming, and how you wave your sword in the air;
always fighting the shadows as they move behind you,
and the beating wings that hover around you . . .
to the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhere
it's a shallow sky that holds us in; you can reach right out
and touch the edge with just one outstretched hand and feel
the dark come closing in.
and there's nowhere far enough away from here;
the ringing ears and the closing air, and the cities and deserts all beat the same;
the radio waves crackle and phase, the satellites spinning slowly round.
the radar towers search and call
to the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhere . . .
this is the great world calling to the last crusader;
in the rush of the lifeblood coming out of the sunrise . . .
and you're the queen of my heart . . . and i'm the king of nowhere.