It was a merry-go-round. I was gambling on the animals. There was something more, Going on between us. A faint flutter of discontent As I laughed astride a Tiger, Ready to battle. I’m not making any demands. Complete surrender is all I’ll take.
Sometimes there a little moments were you think back on them and go oh, that was what that strange undercurrent was. I had one of those and needed to write it out.