Somewhere inside an all-night café
A quiet voice grows loud.
Empty tables and coffee again
The same old waitresses smile.
Promises broken
Like the clock by the door.
Time is a healer they say.
On this blue-ribbon night
I’ve got nothing but time
Recalling love’s clichés.
Rains pouring down
Like the sweetest refrains
To wash love’s bitter remains.
All but forgotten,
The Queen and her crown.
Her throne sitting high
So far from the ground.
Her throne sitting high
So far from the ground.
The Royal Kingdom has been laid to rest
As the warm summer sun sets in the west.
As the warm summer sun sets in the west.
Daylight approaches, the night is old,
I shuffle out to the street.
The sound of the morning is music to me
And the rain has started to cease.
Everyone knows how this story goes,
I’m going home to sleep.
All but forgotten,
The Queen and her crown.
Her throne sitting high
So far from the ground.
Her throne sitting high
So far from the ground.
The Royal Kingdom has been laid to rest
As the warm summer sun sets in the west.
As the warm summer sun sets in the west.