Noah Georgeson An Anvil
Here you come brandishing weapons
You've got only one and it's not even sharp
Gnashing your teeth I'm the cave to your matador
Or else I'm the bull either way you're in charge
And the day rings as bright as an anvil
But I've sought the shade of your pendulous tongue
And the night falls as heavy as an anvil
But I've kept my warmth in the wool of your lungs
Here you come
Harpoons for fingers
Haven't the fins to defend me from harm
Flashing your teeth you're a real first class carnivore
I'm not the meal but still you're in charge
And the looks were as hot as an anvil
But I've gone to sleep in the shade of your tongue
And the mood was as black as an anvil
But I've sought the warmth in the balm of your lungs
