Here you come brandishing weapons   You've got only one and it's not even sharp   Gnashing your teeth I'm the cave to your matador   Or else I'm the bull either way you're in charge      And the day rings as bright as an anvil   But I've sought the shade of your pendulous tongue   And the night falls as heavy as an anvil   But I've kept my warmth in the wool of your lungs      Here you come   Harpoons for fingers   Haven't the fins to defend me from harm   Flashing your teeth you're a real first class carnivore   I'm not the meal but still you're in charge      And the looks were as hot as an anvil   But I've gone to sleep in the shade of your tongue   And the mood was as black as an anvil   But I've sought the warmth in the balm of your lungs