I had grabbed your arm for a second,
Grabbed it, squeezed it tight.
Mine you were, you knew it.
I was the king of night.
Then you looked and smiled,
Twinkles bright in eyes—
I was just a peon
Worshipping the sky.
I had grabbed your arm for a second,
Grabbed it, squeezed it tight.
Mine you were, you knew it.
I was the king of night.
Then you looked and smiled,
Twinkles bright in eyes—
I was just a peon
Worshipping the sky.