Sanoja: As Tall As Lions. And The Wick Burnt Black.

can foolhardy love affairs,
be more than just wet thighs?
be that all that you've giving me
i don't recognize
the strength of your beauty's been
somewhere seeking solitude
but you're just afraid of me
it's all in your eyes
here we are
my heart's in your hand
we did this all wrong
let's do it again
you're a gun
this bad taste of leaving
will rush thru our mouths
the words that i'm sealing
i'll start it now
and if my words were stone
i'd kiss them in your mouth
and though you're the lion

i'll drag you down
and here we are
my hearts in your hang
we did this all wrong
let's do it again
you're a gun
and here we are
my heart in your hands
we did this all wrong
let's do it again
so let's sing tonight, holding my hand
we could be friends but i'm better off sleeping alone
i'm nothing (like an urn)
i'm filling my body with flesh that you burnt