The Queen
You probably don't remember, but I made it a point to anyway
As long as I can
I think you might remember
A tree in Seven Valleys with golden string
A promise we made for every day
And we're taking names and not taking traits
And mind you
You are the bulbs hanging from the ceiling on a sinewy string
And mind you
You're beyond me
And there's something to be said for being spoken for
A certain solidarity
And you handle me with such a delicate demeanor
You know what I'll think
It's about who you love
It's about who you tell
And my voice carries more than it should, but not now
It's not the thought that counts, it's the pulling through
It's not my mind that wanders
It's your heart that keeps me
Mind you and mind you
I can hold my breath forever
Mind you, mind you
I can hold
And mind you, mind you
I can hold my breath forever
Mind you, mind you
I can hold you
For as long as I can
Mind you, mind you
For as long as I can
And my dirty hair in your lap will be the feathers in the grass
But for now, your sugar the sap in my selfish glass
You want to be planted beneath the leaves
Bloom and blow with the breeze
But not yet, but not now
We can always be found
As long as I can
I think you might remember
A tree in Seven Valleys with golden string
A promise we made for every day
And we're taking names and not taking traits
And mind you
You are the bulbs hanging from the ceiling on a sinewy string
And mind you
You're beyond me
And there's something to be said for being spoken for
A certain solidarity
And you handle me with such a delicate demeanor
You know what I'll think
It's about who you love
It's about who you tell
And my voice carries more than it should, but not now
It's not the thought that counts, it's the pulling through
It's not my mind that wanders
It's your heart that keeps me
Mind you and mind you
I can hold my breath forever
Mind you, mind you
I can hold
And mind you, mind you
I can hold my breath forever
Mind you, mind you
I can hold you
For as long as I can
Mind you, mind you
For as long as I can
And my dirty hair in your lap will be the feathers in the grass
But for now, your sugar the sap in my selfish glass
You want to be planted beneath the leaves
Bloom and blow with the breeze
But not yet, but not now
We can always be found
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Anthony York, Kyle Robert Durfey, David Michael Haik, James Zachary Sewell, Charles Martin Mcdonald
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