I have overloved you and overseen you

and now you're refusing the gifts that I bring you

My hands have been clasping my hot head and asking

"If she submits to me, will she be my property?"

You may be bleeding but you're not dying

though you are dying to go

Stop teasing me

I'm not seeing you leaving me



Here is a party full of my friends

and here is a cup being filled up to be drunk again

We are just starting luxurious lives

to be drunkards and diddymen

making Gulf wars and battered wives.

Now I may be pleading

but there's no love nor fear in my eyes

Just greediness

I'm not seeing this sleeping dog lie.



I am the wild horses who will drag you away

I am the locked door who can make you stay

And I will act the man in almost anyway I can

So I can keep keep keep you.



So wake up you pretty thing to a wonderful home

Where we while away the happy Saturdays

between the television and the telephone

And I stroke your head just to feel what I own

whispering

"Will you be my property, and not my disability?"

And why are you craving

To be free from love's slavery

Stop teasing me

Love's not letting go.



I am the child calling you to come back and play

I am the concert hall in which you hear me say

I'll act a man in almost anyway I can

So I can keep keep keep you even though you may not understand

I am the bee and you are the pollen

I am the keeper you are the lion

I am the holes down which you would have fallen

If I had not been the hand who came and beckoned you



(And I'm not seeing this sleeping dog lie)



Maybe

You were born wrong

But why am I picking holes in you

when it's holes that we all come from?

Maybe I was born strong

To stop love from overtaking me

To stop love from living too long.

And you may be bleeding

and leading me to the blood flow

But sleep tight tonight lions

This keeper's never letting go.