The Mad Flight - Her Majesty Lyrics
In every inch of skyBut how track you down in the clouds, O how remind youHow to be with you tonight?And by the by I’ll seeThrough her newfound opacityAs this butterfly will Her MajestyCome to meA Stockholm syndrome victim,A camoufleur stowed in the wingsO this mockingbird, well it don’t singBut it sang for meShould I clip my wings? dip the feathers into inkTo pen her a letter on sight?When nectar you drink, hard to remember what to thinkTo get her to recognizeNow I don’t mind the seraphimOr all the nights she shares with HimBut bide my time for the angel grimTo come for meDon’t bother cry, don’t you weepThose crocodile tears, you seeI’ve got a bottle of whiskeyTo comfort meAnd by the by I’ll seeThe wildest nights could ever beBut there’s not a volume of whiskeyCan comfort meI’d break the doors betweenI’d pace the floors for eternityI’d wage a war would Her MajestyRemember meThere’s not a volume of whiskeyCan comfort me
