Why death have to be so cruel You either die from this or that Or by this hand or that hand Obstacles may vary You never know when the clock stop…
These aren’t fighting hands There gentle Not meant for a slap nor a punch Not a push or pull Unless it’s pulling my lover in fo…
Trying to create Peace with these tired hands so My old wounds can heal —Qween
As the night fades in The voices begin to seep through The walls Inquiring about the day You can hear the bodies stretch in…
Am I just sinking lower and lower Am I waiting to hit rock bottom b… Do I not trust these wings Are they too heavy for me Or am I just weak and just the sm…
You can capture hearts with those… staring at you so closely I can see one trapped just floating in the hues of your… like a green comet trying to burst…
If I showed you ya self in the mi… Would you believe that it was you? Or would you lie to me? And tell me otherwise that it was… —Qween
Restless every time I wake Negotiating with my feet to move Aching at the thought of sitting u… Shifting my weight on my right Stepping my feet down on the cold
Dazzling colours In the Sicilian meadows That blossoms Perfect in form Royal purple and crimson
The air smells sweeter down here o… The breeze whistles and hums my na… Calling me here to lay and taste i… In the field of land and honey The golden pampas sway across the…
If you ever cry for me I’ll haunt your dreams And tell you to take back every te… Are you rehearsing for a role Who’s baiting the audience
Life lived on her So she had no choice But to live through it —Qween
I put you too above me that’s what tipped the scale. I guess one more ounce would drown the possibility of me being free of you.
Bodies lay hidden under the moon Under this moss These flowers This dirt and roots As the wind sweeps pass our past
is hold each other up when the wor… cause only our touch can lead us o… —QWEEN