I'd Come to Your Call

Baby, don't leave me

So dark and heavy on the vine

You say you don’t need me

Did lips ever really need the wine?

Loneliness is a good guest

When we’re young

I’m kept between the bridle

And being built to run, and still

I’d come to your call

I’d come to your call

The gates are heavy

The faucet’s loose

I live in my own temple to the muse

Where I keep all my treasures

A few books I have a read

I sleep on the floor till you pat on the bed

I’d come to your call

I’d come to your call