Ridiculous hair, that lengthy stare that wears you thin Licked with fire, those old desires that live within What you seek will only speak the words of doubt Write your wants in gilded fonts, the truth will out A sense, of what you cannot name Offence, it pulled you in again The agony, the phantasy A twist on every page Something easy to repress You tucked it in under your dress The agony, the phantasy Something to be caged To be caged Men of might were read their rights, and so to dust They tolled the bell and ladies fell in fits of lust So long they'd been, so much unseen, their grief was warped They danced and sung as bells were rung and watchers gawped Ridiculous hair, that lengthy stare that wears you thin
Licked with fire, those old desires that live within A sense of what you cannot name (What you seek will only speak the words of doubt) Offence, it pulled you in again The agony, the phantasy (Write your wants in gilded fonts, the truth will out) A twist on every page Something easy to repress (Men of might were read their rights, and so to dust) You tucked it in under your dress The agony, the phantasy Something to be caged (So long they'd been, so much unseen, their grief was warped) To be caged (They danced and sung as bells were rung and watchers gawped) What you seek will only speak the words of doubt Write your wants in gilded fonts, the truth will out Excuse me I don't think we've been introduced