Here you come brandishing weaponsnYou've got only one and it's not even sharpnGnashing your teeth I'm the cave to your matadornOr else I'm the bull either way you're in chargennAnd the day rings as bright as an anvilnBut I've sought the shade of your pendulous tonguenAnd the night falls as heavy as an anvilnBut I've kept my warmth in the wool of your lungsnnHere you comenHarpoons for fingersnHaven't the fins to defend me from harmnFlashing your teeth you're a real first class carnivorenI'm not the meal but still you're in chargennAnd the looks were as hot as an anvilnBut I've gone to sleep in the shade of your tonguenAnd the mood was as black as an anvilnBut I've sought the warmth in the balm of your lungs