Now that I've charmed you, I'm called upon to do my worst
To hustle these joys would ill fit how I dream you
Not like the rest not hum
Not like the rest we're not fully human
Run cold, now I run cold
(I knew this night would come)
Scared to tear your hair of spun gold
What could heat me would be foul, what it would do to you
I choose no control
I touch them with the rubber gloves of a repeating dream
They overstep their narrow role
And real flesh swells to threaten the body of fantasy
It must be frozen and cut
Run cold, now I run cold
(I knew this night would come)
Scared to tear your hair of spun gold
What could heat me would be foul, what it would do to you
I choose no control