Flies in amber sand in soap
Air trapped in the glass
Tongue tied I cut and run
Fleeing ever faster
Behind the armory
I will never let you see
Behind the armory
Still I want you to love me
Sleeping giant joan of arc
Fold me in your grace
From the garbage to the stars
Make new constellations
Behind the armory
Still I want you to love me
Through the vines and the street
Slants the light and the heat
As narrow as the archer’s window grows
But it’s a rare stone
In a century’s thrown to me
Through the vines from the street
Slants the light and the heat
As narrow as the archer’s window grows
Behind the armory
I will never let you see
Behind the armory
Still I want you to love me
