Behind the Armory

Flies in amber, sand in soap

Brass trapped in the glass

Tongue-tied, I cut and run

Fleeing ever faster

Behind, the armory, I will never let you see

Behind, the armory, still I want you to love me

Sleeping giant Joan of Arc

Fold me in your grace

From the garbage, to the stars

We'll make new constellations

Behind, the armory, still I want you to love me

Still I want you to love me

Through the vines and the street, slants the light and the heat

As narrow as the archer's window grows

But it's a rare stone, in a century thrown to me

Through the vines and the street, slants the light and the heat

As narrow as the archer's window grows

Behind, the armory I will never let you see

Behind, the armory, still I want you to love me

Still I want you to love me