Your fingers curled over The top of my headboard My hands gently tracing Soft parts of your arm I can feel, on your fourth finger The reminder of him If I were king of a nation at war I would make sure He was in the front lines If I were king He’d throw himself out the window at my word If he happened to die There's nothing anyone could say I saw you up on your rooftop From my upstairs window Your skin is like honey dripping Sweet honey dripping I was sure, if I was close You would smell just like the sun If I were king, of a nation at war I would make sure He was in the front lines If I were king He'd throw himself out the window at my word If he happened to die There's nothing anyone could say
