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Humble me as if I were ten |
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unfulfilled dreams and captains |
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in a distorted reverie I made out her call |
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the vastest desert of them all |
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drawn, shiny calm, to your mystery |
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I wanted revenge |
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but so, so did she |
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"I am the eldest of three sisters |
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born down around the roaring forties |
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I have been sent to be your mistress |
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young man you're coming down with me" |
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So I recited from my rut, still undecided in my gut |
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how I wish, it was enough for me - the love of a family |
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"we could so easily enjoy you |
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and easier we could destroy you |
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me and my sisters never age |
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me and my sisters rage" |
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ok, lord grant us a daughter of our own |
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we'd name her fire, because the water is worn |
