Queen Of Spain

This cherry weather these sunlocked days we saw a Chalkhill Blue and a Queen of Spain the changing of the hour brought winter ever closer we set ourselves adrift we say goodbye to summer
Your elegant greys lit up amongst your bottle blond in the clay and snow evening sky they won't deter the suitors from the hook and the pull of your red herring past an attraction far too strong for us mere six shooters fiddlers and dancers
And you let it slip that every door is open every past is questioned loyalties are lost this cherry weather the choices that we face with me a Chalkhill Blue and you a Queen of Spain
The foreign ramblings on our broken down cliff cover suggest our frozen perch has sheltered many others and I carve our initials but the curving of your S causes all of the problems leaving words half said
And I let it slip that every door is open every past is questioned loyalties are lost this cherry weather the choices that we face with me a Chalkhill Blue and you a Queen of Spain
And here's to the bar the bar where I proposed we fight our hosts upon their return we upturn the tables a curse on their family name teach them all a lesson with me a Chalkhill Blue and you a Queen of Spain
And in we slip and every past is open every door is questioned loyalties are lost this cherry weather the choices that we face with me a Chalkhill Blue and you a Queen of Spain
And in we slip and every past is open every door is questioned loyalties are lost this cherry weather the choices that we face with me a Chalkhill Blue and you a Queen of Spain