The queen of the sea with one hand in her hair Points the finger at whoever she chooses They must go with her Sometimes nothing must take the place of nothing in a heart The king of the hill with his hands in someone else's pockets Spits on whoever he chooses And they must get themselves out Sometimes nothing must take the place of nothing in a heart Soon we'll all be dancing on the beach And feel like children on the stones 'Till someone drags us out of there And puts us one by one into their homes The king will build a disco and We will dance our brand new shoes off Waiting till the queen returns to the sea Sometimes nothing must take the place of nothing in a heart Sometimes nothing must take the place of nothing...