Anamai Blade In The Stream
Give me hell
Look how the water crests over the ledge
See how it seems to soften as the light bends
Are you the blade beneath or the watershed?
I'll give you what you need if
You give me hell
I'll give you what you need if
You give me hell
Feel how your fingertip can pierce the stream
A pinhole pain to that shatters my tempered screen
I crave your touch to balance my fantasy
I could go further if you tell me first
How we are made to be as sharp as thirst
Move back inside to take your picture's place
I'll give you what you need if
You give me hell
I'll give you what you need if
You give me hell
