Athamé
Safe, a fait accompli,
ablaze, a wave, a comet
Damn, son...
slam dunk!
You're brave, afraid to commit
It can't know,
my blade won't rain upon it
If I could carve your feathers,
and lie across your chest, and so
decide to call your bed a home...
and if I could calm your weather,
survive just long enough to know,
if I should forfeit, heaven knows
Writer/s: EDWARD JAMIE TULLETT, OLIVER SPALDING
