David Video (MV)

Your fingers curled over
The top of my headboard
My hands gently tracing
Soft parts of your arm
I can feel, on your fourth finger
The reminder of him
If I were king of a nation at war
I would make sure
He was in the front lines
If I were king
He'd throw himself out the window at my word
If he happened to die
There's nothing anyone could say
I saw you up on your rooftop
From my upstairs window
Your skin is like honey dripping
Sweet honey dripping
I was sure, if I was close
You would smell just like the sun
If I were king, of a nation at war
I would make sure
He was in the front lines
If I were king
He'd throw himself out the window at my word
If he happened to die
There's nothing anyone could say