Come down my queen,
The grass is now blue
Just like an innocent carpet crying for help.

Come down my queen,
Your glass is now full of rain
Just waiting for your lips to blossom into a gift.

Come down my queen,
The time is dying in my very small hands
Like a black, very lonely piano,
Saying:
“Love me as if
I would…
And care to be
your darkest white,
your whitest dark”.