Lady in Waiting

There's a lady in waiting she sleeps underground Nobody's debating, she's talk of the town Waiting at bay at the feet of the crown She's a little lady with a face that's as long as the train of the Queen's royal gown in her lily white hands There's fish heads in the broth and the stem in her cup She'll handle the task with a courteous smile She has an eye for some magic but barely looks up She's the reason he's leaving his Life by the wayside indulging in love For a while with his curious heart Oooh oh oh oooh Ooh o oh ohoh There's a fog in the valley, a tear in his eye He wades past the drifters that drape the horizon No longer thinking of himself alone There's a feeling he gets that he shares with girl Who is stooped by her majesty's arm while she sips from her spoon Oooh oh oh oooh Ooh o oh ohoh Oooh oh oh oooh Ooh ooh ohoh Well she was only waiting for a lost cause A garden made for her on fallen shores Whisk away my spirit on this folklore Like it was falling from the heavens on his heart shaped tears And the sun on his back It reminds him of home His thoughts are all sodden of the seeds he has grown He rises up to the hill as if heeding a call Then he walks in drenched by the sun left behind that reflects Off his coat in a golden arch Oooh oh oh oooh Ooh o oh ohoh Oooh oh oh oooh Ooh o oh ohoh