The queen of the sea with one hand in her hear
Points the finger at whoever she chooses
They must go with her

Sometimes nothing must take the place of nothing in a heart

The king of the hill with his hands in someone else's pockets
Spits on whoever he chooses
And they must get themselves out

Sometimes nothing must take the place of nothing in a heart

Soon we'll all be dancing on the beach
And feel like children on the stones
'till someone drags us out of there
And puts us one by one into their homes

The king will build a disco and
We will dance our brand new shoes off
Waiting till the queen returns to the sea

Sometimes nothing must take the place of nothing in a heart
Sometimes nothing must take the place of nothing...