Run Cold

Now that I’ve charmed you, I’m called upon to do my worst
To hustle these joys would ill fit how I dream you
Not like the rest not hum
Not like the rest we’re not fully human
Run cold, now I run cold
(I knew this night would come)
Scared to tear your hair of spun gold
What could heat me would be foul
What it would do to you, what it would do to you
I choose no control
I touch them with the rubber gloves of a repeating dream
They overstep their narrow role
And real flesh swells to threaten the body of fantasy
It must be frozen and cut
Run cold, now I run cold
(I knew this night would come)
Scared to tear your hair of spun gold
What could heat me would be foul
What it would do to you, what it would do to you
I choose no control