Skin Of A Lion

I’ve been trying to assume the shape of the perfect man for you
But still I’m swinging the old battle ax right beside my dreams of you
Stolen punchlines and the plundered hearts—they’ve all set the stage for you
Your body’s imprint on a summer night whets my appetite for you

I’ve been drinking
The serpent’s singing
Here’s to his song
Here’s to the evening

Skin of a lion
Strung up and drying
Here’s to our laughing
Here’s to our crying

Across the page your body stretches words that dribble from my mouth for you
Your precious vessel stirs a restless need that swarms throughout the night for you
I’ve been trying to assume the shape of the perfect man for you
In every kiss I plant upon your skin is an endless plea for you

I’ve been drinking
The serpent’s singing
Here’s to his song
Here’s to the evening

Skin of a lion
Strung up and drying
Here’s to our laughing
Here’s to our crying