Tell my boys I'll be back in spring
I found myself my own king
I took his crown, I took his ring
What if you ignored the cost?
Fostered eyes and fostered loss
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, hm
Hold me like your own
Fostered pen, fostered bone
Tell all my girls I'll be gone
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Who needs wings when I hear you sing?
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm