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Queen Elisabeth (lyrics by Nathan Walter)

I awake to her tossing and turning.
I awake to her breaking lines.
Maybe Elisabeth knows why she creaks, why she moans
why she was lost to the dark blue.

Beneath the rattle of the guns and the whistle in the air
I hear her take a deep breath and give in.
I clung to what was left to me
I put my head upon her cheek
And fell hard into b r o k e n sleep

Oh, my poor Bernadette, when that black Hudson Eight
Sweeps left on Chester, spills right onto your driveway
And when they finally meet you at your front doorstep
with a letter neatly penned for the wives of all fine gentlemen

As she comes crashing down into their hands
I am plucked from the waves, set upon dry land

Oh, my sweet Bernadette, when there is nothing left
To give you warmth in that fireplace
You turn out all of the lights, tuck yourself into bed
Hear heavy footsteps upon the stairs
My darling, when you open your eyes to find me there
We'll thank good men, good fortune
And the God who watches over them.