Queen of the Jungle
and King of the Sea
Her grip was too tight
he headed for flight
not stopping to hear her plea
not stopping to listen to thee
Past the warm jungle
and to the cold sea
the King starts to drown
as eels hang around
from illusion comes beautiful dreams
from deception comes sorrowful dreams
She tore through her Jungle
He drank up his Sea
bound by his fears
and rust eaten gears
he'll come and swim back to her
he'll go and swim back from her
Queen of the Jungle
and King of the Sea
he destroyed her home
now he's left to roam
and think about what he has done
and to dream about what's to be done
