Kingdom for a hearse

I threw my body in the North Sea, in a drunken storm
You stood ashore, the honey of the streetlights on your form
"Could I come to your room with you?" I mumbled on the walk
The night caved in on Tewksbury and you came down like York

I warned you from your bosom there, I've murdered men and worse
In order to survive I'll take my kingdom for a hearse

I knelt there on your slender bed before your umbra gown
You rooted for the light; it threw itself upon your crown
Your limbs became the colour of my old enemy's rose
Your hair was bronze - it dove and broke and bought neck of crows

In Bosworth as I fell to earth, I spun a line of verse
A soldier there, he thought I cried, "My kingdom for a hearse!"

The hawkmoth stuttered in your eye, your arms advancing south
Afraid that I could not hold back the babble from my mouth
You're no gypsy babe, your bed is smudged with handmade love
but you'd have been a queen if I'd been king for long enough

I fought and fought to keep me from all manners of defeat
Only now to be laying down my kingdom at your feet
I have no bloody fields and no powers to rehearse
I've never waited long to trade a kingdom for a hearse

Come from the fire, I suppose that death belongs to us
Come from the fire, I suppose that death belongs to us