There's a pull from beneath
Wooden floors and salty seas
In the fields beneath the snow
Monuments to letting go
All the gold buried down
Deep below a dusty crown of what you sow
Drifting through across the sand
Hands dug down beneath the earth
Pockets full of diamonds and
Treasures you do not deserve
All the gold buried down
Deep below a dusty crown of what you sow
I don't mind
'cause I won't be on my knees
Lifting flowers to the trees
Holding fast to the sound
Of my heart tearing apart
There's a k**er on the run
Folding hands beneath the sun
Come this way no don't be long
The queen of nothing won't step down
All the gold buried down
Deep below a dusty crown of what you sow
I don't mind
'cause I won't be on my knees
Lifting flowers to the trees
Holding fast to the sound
Of my heart tearing apart
Don't you know your reign is done
So step down from your throne
Queen of all became none,
Subjects gone my heart won't be the one