I hear your voice right now Flying to meet me I still can taste the mist on the breeze I can feel the strangest wings Flying under me I see your face
Drink and slow living are still kind of Giving me hangovers without a hope So I jumped in the Clyde and watched my love die And floated away on a boat
grew up to a beautiful dream And she walked like a queen when she walked down the street All the men turned around to see her high heels She walked like a queen