And I will flail under these lights that seep down from the bitter sky tonight
and I will kick and beat my wrists together and 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 everything 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. I'll have to walk a thousand miles just to find the ground
deserving of your feet. You could throw me down and walk on me and I'd just look
on through my love and through the haze. 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 the release as their shackles hit the
ground. The trumpets call out now. We're home at last.