I can't see anyone but you and me.
You're one of a kind, but not just any kind.
Some are like kings and royalty, not quite rich
like they'd wish to be.
At dusk I wonder towards the sky, I wish
the sand in the bottle would speed up time.
In the end, distance is only half.
I lay my future in a Celtic cross.
You appear in the deck, more of red like hearts and romance
and the the king wins the heart of an Aries Queen.
Outside, the castle is white, and water is wine
in grapes that soon will be plucked as the beige pit
inside a juicy peach.
I remember the noble king from the white castle
and, sand disappeared, when the king gave the queen...
