Behind the Armory

Flies in amber sand in soap Air trapped in the glass Tongue tied I cut and run Fleeing ever faster Behind the armory I will never let you see Behind the armory Still I want you to love me Sleeping giant joan of arc Fold me in your grace From the garbage to the stars Make new constellations Behind the armory Still I want you to love me Through the vines and the street Slants the light and the heat As narrow as the archer's window grows But it's a rare stone In a century's thrown to me Through the vines from the street Slants the light and the heat As narrow as the archer's window grows Behind the armory I will never let you see Behind the armory Still I want you to love me