It always starts the same
Some heat, a look, the flame
We size each other up, You show your axe
I check the glint of steel and see enough
To turn a cheek to fairer weather
And so with that we bind together.
We start the dual, you find me wanting
The chink of steel, the arcs of blood, and witty repartee
But even then the wind picks up
And there is a softness creeping in
A vulnerability, a come what may
I find you wanting.
What’s the time, Mr Wolf?
Show me your fangs (s)
What happened to your attitude
Cast aside the cloak
We shouldn’t be like other folk.
And now the doubt creeps in
I turn my chin and suck you in
And far away a bird opens its wings
And slowly arcs its neck away
Towards better things.
Where's your spine, Mr Wolf?
Show me your fangs
What happened to your attitude
Cast aside the cloak
We shouldn’t be like other folk.
You offer up a sacrifice, turn up your palms
And gaze at me with liquid eyes
I shut the gate and so the game
won’t compromise, you see?
I’ve found you wanting
And so the kingdoms rise and fall, with me.
Lyrics by Kate Donnelly