They think it's sexy, I agree, I guess.
It's our nice game where you tie me to you
and I will run away with you, to seek
wood that can fuel our joy; let the smoke cloud
our vision. Let me smell your soul a-throbbbing
against mine - like a puzzle piece. A key.
Unlock me, swap me tickles for my fire.
Just hold me. Feel the klink - feel me inspire
your head with metal on the outside, but
flesh on the inside - clasped as one in your heart.
We'll stop then - in a clearing. Breathe. A place
where you're my sky and I'm your sun, we'll walk
bare-foot on grass made from the other people.
We're cuffed here - our lost selves exchanged for freedom.
