Rough Lion's Tougue

In a queue for Coburn, a monkey juggles needles
I lean into the strength of your back, so straight, so safe
You're here to stay
I live sparse above the rooftops, with sunlight at my fingers
I pack up when I get restless in the night
So swift, so gone - where does that leave you
If velvet smiles and d.a.t. machines can fade within a week
If no beguiling baby kisses burst against my cheek
If the bird sings only for itself does the bird have a razor beak?
Is it too rude to ask for a wild sea of grace?
For a burning at dawn on a pyre of mistakes
Between the shore where I'll lie old and the shore where I lay young?
Lick the salt from my face with your rough lion's tongue
We drink vodka in the bathroom and light the carnal candle
And our fusion takes us where we want to be -
So white, so sharp, can't sleep apart
I think you're all I ever dreamed of
Never dared for ask for
But I tend to be suspicious of romance
Too proud, too scared to take a chance
Will she love me when my hair gets thin?
Would he still want me with my curlers in?
Could we sing through all the childless years?
Ah, never, never know till we try
We have seen our instincts lean to please the fickle crowd.
Intrigued by speech, our silence keeps our hearts below the ground.
In the gaps between our own daydreams could we dig each other out?
Is it too rude to ask for a wild sea of grace?
For a burning at dawn on a pyre of mistakes
Between the shore where I'll lie old and the shore where I lay young?
Lick the salt from my face with your rough lion's tongue
Is it too rude to ask for a wild sea of grace?
For a burning at dawn on a pyre of mistakes
Between the shore where I'll lie old and the shore where I lay young?
Lick the salt from my face with your rough lion's tongue