White Queen-The Soft Hills
Baby what wrong?
It started long ago in the garden
fell through the rabbit hole
as cobwebs covered you like silk threads
how did we both know?
the White Queen would lose hope
crimson sun make my demons run
rain and tears, pull me out of here!
Baby the mirror broke
there’s no way back to you, we’re parted
how did this dead tree bloom?
now that the White Queen rules