Lady in Waiting

There's a lady in waiting she sleeps underground

Nobody's debating, she's talk of the town

Waiting at bay at the feet of the crown

She's a little lady with a face that's as long as the train of the

Queen's royal gown in her lily white hands

There's fish heads in the broth and the stem in her cup

She'll handle the task with a courteous smile

She has an eye for some magic but barely looks up

She's the reason he's leaving his

life by the wayside indulging in love

For a while with his curious heart

Oooh oh oh oooh

Ooh o oh ohoh

There's a fog in the valley, a tear in his eye

He wades past the drifters that drape the horizon

No longer thinking of himself alone

There's a feeling he gets that he shares with girl

Who is stooped by her majesty's arm while she sips from her spoon

Oooh oh oh oooh

Ooh o oh ohoh

Oooh oh oh oooh

Ooh ooh ohoh

Well she was only waiting for a lost cause

A garden made for her on fallen shores

Whisk away my spirit on this folklore

Like it was falling from the heavens on his heart shaped tears

And the sun on his back

It reminds him of home

His thoughts are all sodden of the seeds he has grown

He rises up to the hill as if heeding a call

Then he walks in drenched by the sun left behind that reflects

Off his coat in a golden arch

Oooh oh oh oooh

Ooh o oh ohoh

Oooh oh oh oooh

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