The White Queen | Edward & Elizabeth | is not enough fire.

This sharp claws are thin petals It’s quiet I can not oo-oo-oo-oh-oh-oh This is a tired whisper Lip This is a weakness hand fatigue it makes me the only way oo-oo-oo-oh-oh-oh This is where there are dreams it’s easy to embrace It makes us one oo-oo-oo-oh-oh-oh It is painful and immediately no It is night, and where light It will be with you and me oo-oo-oo-oh-oh-oh Little little little little little fire I want a little more Little little little little little fire Cleared This means you can