Elope

Turgid waters of desire
Animate my limbs once more
Dance me deserted and slow
Across your ocean and your floor
Into arms of evermore
They own the show
Ooh la la x16
In the garden of your lord
Waits a figure in a cloak
Something snaring time
But the mill is speeding up
And is begging you to dance me
Fast and slow to sleep
Lalala.
And the soldiers you adore
Earning wreaths around your door
Honored in your death