Stab a sorry heart
With your favorite finger
Seven seas
Swimming them so well
Glad to see
My face among them
Kissing the tortoise shell
A longing for
Some fresher feelings
Burning my bridges and smashing my mirrors
Turning to see if you're cowardly
Burning the witches with mother religious
You'll strike the matches and shower me
In water games, washing the rocks below
Taught and tamed in time with tear flow