SIBYLLIN KING
Marie FLORE, Robin LEDUC
WALKING AGAINST THE STREAM
HIS LEGS SINKING DEEP
IN BETWEEN THE SHADOWS OF HIS STREET
HE S THE YOUNGEST DEAN
WHERE S YOUR HEAD AT
MY SWEETEST KING
WHERE S YOUR HEAD AT
WITH ME ITS NEVER BEEN
CROWNS THAT YOU SLING
YOUR MIND YOU LOST IT WITH ME THAT EVENING
WHEN A NEEDLE CHERISHED YOUR SKIN
OUR LIPS CAUGHT UP BY WHIRLWIND
WHERE S YOUR HEAD AT
MY SWEETEST KING
WHERE S YOUR HEAD AT
WITH ME ITS NEVER BEEN
I STAGGER
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
IN THE MORNING
THE BREEZE TURNED INTO A GUST OF WIND
AND BY GETTING MARRIED
WHAT DID YOU MEAN ?
COZ I AM RUNNING AGROUND SINCE I M YOURS
SINCE I M YOUR QUEEN
NA, WHERE S MY HEAD AT …
WHERE S YOUR HEAD AT
MY SWEETEST KING
WHERE S YOUR HEAD AT
WITH ME ITS NEVER BEEN