Each time she speaks of me her eyes are fixed and her spirit wanders
She wants to cry and hide as she begins to ponder
The hiding because she fears me and knows that I'm a listener

But the crying because she knows my life hasn't been fair

Walls cannot contain me from your secrets; I know all
Trust me when I say that none of your days will be dull
You'll feel all kinds of emotions as you follow my sweet lull
And as you fade from them I'll catch you when you fall

Do you like your empire, my sweet?
Sit down, please, and put up your feet
Have some tea, and pray, have something to eat
Careful though; I like to keep the place neat!