The Hem Around Us
You fiend, you friend, you confidant You hold me
against my will I scurry and scant this hectic
step You climb adrift this boorish racket
This wire, this mane, this coronet You hold me
against my will I rummage and sear this furious
step You climb adrift this boorish racket
You and me could ride this fleet You and me could
drive the sea
