Song Description
Story of a once powerful but now aging woman with alzheimer's disease. She's buried most everyone she ever loved and is very lonely but her admirers will always remember her for what she was.
| Song Length |
3:57 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Similar Artists |
The Killers, U2 |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Her eyes are distant little postcards
These days, spinning stories of what was
These hours and minutes and nights - they're all contradictions
Old kings are calling from the trees
-Pre-
She was quite a sight to see, the queen
Like nothing else we'd ever seen
-CH-
And I remember we were marching toward the sun
There was always something beautiful, marvelous to me
But now you're marching all alone into the dark
And you're scared but God will take your hand
God save the queen
-Verse 2-
Fade out, queen of all you once touched
Burn bright, dance into the night
-BR-
Her eyes are distant little postcards
These days, spinning stories of what once was