The Great Collapse - Doyle Airence

It’s not like nobody told me what’s gonna happen but still, but still…

Is that how life goes?

Is that how life goes?

Cause I’m not blaming your life.

You are the king yes you are.

You are my king yes you are.

And I am your queen yes I am.

Am I your queen?

Yes I am.

It’s not like nobody told me what’s gonna happen but still, but still…

Bread and salt on your chest and in peace you will rest.

Seasons are running, flowers fading and ill people don’t get well on their

own, lined faces, moisture in the eyes.

The sun is shining, singing old memories.

The queen is praying, the queen is praying.

Seasons are running, flowers fading and ill people don’t get well on their

own, lined faces, moisture in the eyes.

The queen is praying.