To the Queen of my Heart, from the King of NowhereI have watched you arming, and how you wave your sword in the air;a lways fighting the shadows as they move behind you,and the beating wings that hover around you . . .To the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhereIt's a shallow sky that holds us in; you can reach right outand touch the edge with just one outstre tched hand and feelthe dark come closing in.And there's nowhere far enough away from here;the ringing ears and the closing a ir, and the cities and deserts all beat the same;the radio waves crackle and phase, the satellites spinning slowly round.The radar towers search and callto the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere . . .This is the great world calling to the la st crusader;In the rush of the lifeblood coming out of the sunrise . . .And you're the Queen of my Heart . . . and I'm the Ki ng of Nowhere.