Like a horseman flying his flag
as I stood on the grass and I watched you ride past
on a gold and silver stag.
Like a horseman fighting for me
while I stood on the grass and I watched the men bleed
as you claimed your victory.
Like a horseman, brave but insecure
I thought I had found something pure.
Hands that touch you, hands that lay
Burgundy blood, like a birdie who knows
when it’s time to fly away.
Hands that touch you, hands that in the darkness see
hand on my heart I had always believed
that you only wanted me.
Things that sparkle, things that you adore
I thought I had found something pure.
Hands that can fumble into the floridities and smash things in the dark
hand on my chest, I didn’t mean to suggest that we were falling apart.
Eyes that sparkle, eyes that flame
eyes that reach you through a fire
eyes that reach through shame.
You stand naked, watching me but you don’t move
after all of this time I still have no idea
what you want me to do.
Eyes that know things, eyes that can’t be sure
I thought I had found something pure.