Oliver Spalding - Athamé Lyrics

Safe, a fait accompli,
ablaze, a wave, a comet

Damn, son...
slam dunk!

You're brave, afraid to commit
It can't know,
my blade won't rain upon it

If I could carve your feathers,
and lie across your chest, and so
decide to call your bed a home...

and if I could calm your weather,
survive just long enough to know,
if I should forfeit, heaven knows