Devil's Play - 27

The Queen Bee

Holds her wings to me

Among the paper roses

Nothing seems so long ago

And yes, you still look pretty

Home is where your roses grow

She said «It's a lucky thing you know»

Three fists of sand

Thrown to the sea

And three coins in the fountain

To and fro this turnpike goes

Let’s turn these wheels to wings

Wash away the devil’s play

Three for you and three for me

Wash away the devil’s play

Three for you and three for me

To the sea

Home is where your roses grow

She said «It's a lucky thing you know»

We’re going home