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23

Apr

Nightingale

And I will flail under these lights

That seep down from the bitter sky tonight

And I will kick and beat my wrists together

Feel an ocean breathing waves, feel them licking at my face

Ceilings don’t exist and there are no floors beneath me

If I were king of this night, would you become my queen?

And I hope, your majesty, that you like your position

I’ll do anything I can to keep you by my side

And I’d stare off through the darkness to find us a kingdom

Just kiss me before I go

I’ll have to walk a thousand miles

Just to find the ground deserving of your feet

You can throw me down and walk on me

And I’d just look on through my love and through the haze

And I hope, your majesty, that you like your position

I’ll do anything I can to keep you by my side

And I’ll stare off through the darkness to find us a kingdom

Just kiss me before I go

The nightingales are singing now

They’re calling out our marriage to our subjects on their knees

Their jewelry is thrown into the air

They sigh at their release as their shackles hit the ground

The trumpets call out now, we’re home at last