Consorts

So you think you can be the captain of this ship
Can you keep her from running 'ground
Turn One Hundred eighty degrees on a dime
Yeah can you turn this ship around

You want to be the captain of this ship
Can you keep her 'right in the stormiest of seas
Will you save her from the monsters ‘neath the waves
Resist the siren call of the deep

Oh you want to be the apple of my eye
So you scaled my garden wall
Then you smiled just  like a dragon and a dove
And you promised me you’ll catch me when I fall

Now you want to be the master of this heart
And you’swear you'll tame the wildness , trim the thorns 
I may wear a crown but I long to sleep
In the arms of the one the one who wears the horns

Then perhaps  it's time you know the mystery
We’re each only the bearers of our souls 
There’s no mastery to walking by my side
Each flame lights the other we are whole

So when you choose to share the journey of this heart
You’ll love the roses all the more for their thorns
I may wear a crown but I long to sleep
In the arms of the one who wears the horns


I may wear a crown but I long to sleep 
In the arms of the one who wears the horns