She set her love upon me
Like hounds to a hare
And I took to her
Like a poet to senseless flair
And she set her heart upon me
Gave me quite a scare
Losing touch
Through this feeling that we share
I was a spectre
Before the things she did to me
For her eyes
Determine
Who I ought to be
She set her love upon me
Like hounds to a hare
And merrily the game
Went and jumped into her snare
She set her heart upon me
Gave me quite a scare
Losing touch
Through this feeling that we share
I never cared
For the things in front of me
For they sometimes take
More than eyes to see
But what if when the jaws
Lock around the prey
And twist into that savage release
That dreadful, never satiated hunger
Refuses to settle and cease?
Pursuit cut short
Neath the boughs of the trees
But have we really found something
Amidst this frenzy?
Are we simply drunk on the scent of the leaves
Drunk on the scent
Of these blood drenched leaves?
I was a spectre
Before the things she did to me
For her eyes
Determined who I ought to be
Determined who I ought to be
She set her love upon me
Like hounds to a hare
I turn around to hope
She's no longer standing there