Sword said to flower
I'm stained
I confess
I can't believe you would want me like this
(I just pulled close to the light from his lips)
Love is like this
The doodlers and the hustlers
Well you sent them to pack
You took off their rings
And you Showed Them The Axe
(I always had your back)
This is what love asks
The angels the angels
They're flying too low
Their voice
Coarse whispers
My body's on loan
If they come back to get me
They'd better speak up
Or go
(He says they're slow)
Sword says the balance
Is easy to miss
Plant your feet firmly
Hold fast with your fists
And if they ever ask
If I exist
Tell them
Love is like this