Queen of Hearts Ezra Furman

It's the search for a church in the bottom of your purse
A spiritual home you can take to the mall
You dig and you dig but you can only find your wallet
And your phone with a hundred missed calls
You could never return them all

And I watch you with your purse from the adjacent coffee table
At the Starbucks they built inside my heart
And your make-up starts to run, you can see you're getting older
You can see your life has been hard
Your face is worn like an old playing card
The Queen of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts

I am working in my bedroom, I'm composing all the music
For a film that will never be made
It's the story of my life, a one million hour epic
About a good man who went down in flames
Who got lost in God's multitude of names

I am searching, I am searching I am waving my antenna
Trying to pick up some signal through this dream
I'm an ant in a hill but I think and I feel
And I'm composing these love letters to the queen
Hoping somebody will see what I mean
The Queen of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts