Left In this ship all alone
My hands are wet, my feet are cold.
Trying to remember your last hold,
A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne.

What you left was fabrics of your scent
That wasn't enough, you were my camp fire's tent.
Trying too see beyond your bitterness and cold,
A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne.

The ship Is a journey, which shouldn't be travelled alone
Two parties solidified to become one soul,
The ship Is monotonous when all alone
A queen wasn't meant to sit on a throne.

In the midst of love, arrives a black and white dove
A voyage untold, you left me unloved
Who's gonna wear your mighty crown
A queen needs a king to sit on her throne.