An Anvil Lyrics

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