The Minus 5 - Queen's Head lyrics

Rolling like a sack of bread My light My life My own queen's head Ever starry Never dear Not nearly dead My own queen's head Give her credit when she calls Provide Bordeaux and cotton balls She'll listen to your sighs and say A smile of fortune from our queen Her body warm and frazzled No current address known Her golden hair unraveled Await one precious stone Each moment breeds distraction There's dead man's curve ahead Above the least attraction The curls of my queen's head She rambles when she ramble must Her fame is sorrowing Gasping From East to West From dawn to dusk From Kent below to Pluto's moons I wonder where she rides tonight I miss her love with wide-eyed might I wish, I wish to hold her tight aright Her starry servant I see this night Of seven wonders, none so dear And never doubt my own queen's head