Wild Creatures
When you catch the light you look like your mother
It crushes me some, just right from the side
When you catch the light, there's a flash of wild creatures
For the stone age of the preachers
And the husbands and the wives
When you catch the light the flood changes direction
And darkens the lens that projects by the skies
As you fly alongside you'll discover my weakness
I'm not fighting for your freedom
I am fighting to be wise
Hey little girl, would you like to be the king's pet or the king?
I'd choose odorless and invisible, but otherwise, I would choose the king
Even though it sounds the loneliest
And my brother's hands would poison me
Hey little girl, would you like to be the king's pet or the king?
I'd choose odorless and invisible, but otherwise, I'd choose the king
Even though it sounds the loneliest
There's no mother's hands to quiet me