You can call me unconsciously,
just focus your eyes on the skyline,
whisper my name, while you’ve still got time,
ask me my secrets and I’ll spin you a line.
Call me on our cosmic hotline,
call me your Queen, because I rule your mind all the time,
our muddy connections still go in a straight line,
our names rhyme,
sweet kisses shining bright in rare moments of sunshine.
I’ll find you, let you be mine,
whenever you need me.