Smoking alone on a corner,
wishing you were here,
asking for a smoke,
begging to be there
in that land far away
as we wait for the lane
to stop, so we walk.

Yet here I stand alone,
cigarette in hand,
Slowly going mad
how i wish you there,
asking me for a smoke,
so that i may tease you,
and make hearty jokes.

I wish you were there,
My angel my fae
I long for the day
where we go together,
waiting for the streetlights
roaming the city as if it were ours
not caring as we venture forth
My fae, my pixi, my darling dearest.
Soon, As soon as the moon rises and sets,
We shall take this town over,
we shall reign as queen and king,
we shall reign as monarchs,
ruling in secret, as not let the world
taint our love.