Cicada Rhythm - In The Garden
i found you in the garden
you had halfway lost your top
in memories i have pictures
snowy winters jaded frost
only you send me off
only you send me off
we were flying through the
trade winds when a stranger
clipped your wings
how silly to have mistaken you
for a peasant you were a queen
what a silly sort of thing
what a silly sort of thing
we were dancing beneath a blue sky
our bare feet upon the ground
of an earthquake of a dark plague
ashes ashes we all fall down
who's a king without his crown
who's a king when there's none around