she became the queen one october eve
and had the gift of intuition
the held her for a spell under quarentine
but the stars were in her eyes
so said the queen one november eve
'baby, free me. It's so cold and lonely
as a desert night... can you feel me?'

and desire
that crooked veil
should she fail
to decieve

but for now
she's golden
with the sun in her eyes

and the beasts
they came
from miles around
to mind her measure
but the fire that fell from fingertips
drove them down
no road
in particular

he never played the king
on halloween
the boy prefered to bleed the stranger
they filled his plate with rainbows colored silver-grey
but the stars were in his eyes

and desire
that crooked veil
should he fail
to decieve

and the beasts
they came
from miles around
to mind his measure
but the ice that fell from lips
drove them down
no road
in particular
in particular

and desire
that crooked veil
should they fail
to decieve

and the beasts they came form miles around dragging dirty fingers
of the queen and the boy well no ones heard
but the memory of their union lingers
I progress and digress and I do confess
I love to play the stranger
as the earth the moon
and the sun and stars
travel down no road
travel down no road
travel down no road
in particular