Let me lock the door
Tie each other to the chair
Anoint ourselves with holy oil
Breath the heavy, incensed air
Somewhere there beneath the skin
Our new selves stirring, fresh and raw
Waiting for our flesh to fall
And a new world to begin
My love is sharpening its teeth and nails
My love is training for the fight
My love is hungry to devour
The senseless beauty of this night
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
There's no room for mermaids here
No maiden fair, no rescues made
We tie each other to the chair
Our new selves stirring, unafraid
In this room a world is born
An old world dies. We do not mourn
The night is long and full of sighs that groan
From heavy burdens borne
No longer
Let me lock the door. Tie each other to the chair
Anoint ourselves with holy oil. Breath the heavy, incensed air
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
