Will I lose my head if I get struck by lighting?
Will it topple off dead —
And you will continue in the cold
Without my hand and head.

I want to be covered in your scars
To be smothered in your tiger suit
That I would use to howl at the stars —
Wishing that I had taken a different route.

But alas, oh lord, it is not to be —
I only have me in my firm head.

You make me want to break off
To run and find you
Pacing on the bridge —
In a triumph of black and gold

Burning for you
I hide and yearn
While listening to the thunder —
My Kingdom for your arms
.