I watch you changing crowns
All the while faltering you swallow it down
In my hands
May I have this dance?
I feel for you
In place of the nerves still bending
What you wish was love
Your throat moves
The tears show
I'm still spying but you'll never know
In my hands
Is this romance?
Every cell of your frame should feel glorious
You've become a good song or two more than once
Lift your nose to the air and just suck it all in
Now wipe your achievement from your blistered skin
In my hands
I'm still a man
Now you have something to be proud of
You'll sleep easier at night and have no doubts of
Which seed will find acceptance first