Testo di Warranted Queen

It looks like the tide is calling Send off is drawing near The whistle blowing The commander's on the phone I won't know your thoughts when I'm gone I won't have a lot to say But I'll be bored of smiling when it ain't at you And its alright, its alright Its alright, its alright Why you'e my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon You play your cards with a mystery face And use your golden grace I'll be sending my guards to come find you I don't know where to fall Or if this is love at all But your lips on mine have branded a sign But its alright, its alright It's alright, it's alright You're my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon Its alright