Saylah:
I stare at the window
and there's a reflection of us
in a movement so slow
I look at you,
found me with a little distrust
well, I can't blame a stranger
shame if it won't get any better
I look at the view outside
and picture a future with you
in a slow phasing scheme
your greyness sprung a theme
what would you do
if your horses brought you back to me?
I'ma let you win
I'ma sort it out
let my pieces down
checkmate
I'ma let your queen
finish my king
my guards are down
checkmate
constantly dripping wears away a stone
constantly manifesting you would be the one
constantly playing paints successfully a win
constantly playing I'll be your queen
constantly
