What more shall I hope for, Where else might we climb, Now that I've made your bed like promise, worn your heart as mine? Your love is falling silver Savaged from this earth, Forsaking what is lawful Just to know what law is worth The lion of our history Paces in his cage, Dazed by drugs and boredom And the coolness of his rage; And like a child I'm brought within the inches of his door, To nuzzle at the danger love's known as living for We've made a ghost of hours surrendered every war, Until even God must laugh and nod At just how free we are; But the saints grow tired waiting out the tidings of our sea, As we spill all of our will Between us, you and me