Who am I to be with some queen
Who am I but a killer and a thief
Who am I but a man in the street
Singing Stella be with me
Collisions we make
All the bones in our skin
The biggest mistkae was to plan for an end
See we're floating on a boat
Knee deep in good men
But she kills one at a time
And what is time when you're floating at sea
As I walk close I grow weak in my knees
She pulls a short knife from her long dress sleeve
She pushes it in to my chest and I bleed
I am a stranger open jawed and freed by a queen