Phaedron's Fire

Up on the toe There is a view Up on the toe And the spineStraight and erect Hungry and curious Up on the toe Looking forward toThe air is thinner hereShe came here To lose face Got down on her knees The beast is back!On four legs Set her clock to the moon Raises her spineVertebrae by vertebrae Up on the toe LookingI have been filled with steam for months, for years Same old cloud, claustrophobic me Let it burst like old train sounds Make them leave me natureVertebrae by vertebrae by vertebraeMy arms squeeze out of my shoulders!And the arms squeeze out of my shoulders I curl my tail inwards, inwards I set my clock on the moon Vertebrae by vertebrae[x3] Please release this pressure of meLet off some steam-BjorkGot woken in the night, by a mystic golden light. My head soaked in river water. I had been dressed in a coat of armor. They called a horse out of the woodland. "Take her there, through the desert shores." They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back now."The smell of redwood giants. The banquet for the shadows. Horse and I, we're dancers in the dark. Came upon the headdress. It was gilded, dark and golden. The children sang. I was so afraid I took it to my head and prayed. They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back." They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back."There is no turning back. There is no turn. There is no turning back. There is no turn. There is no turning back. There is no turn-Bat for Lashes