Tori Amos

Lust

Hey... you, a gender nectar,
Sifting through the grain of gold, tripping at your door.
Is that you, alpha in her blood?
And when the woman lies you don’t believe her.
Rolling and unrolling, coiling, emerging, running free,
Running through the underworld into your room.

Is he real or a ghost-lie, she feels she isn’t heard.
And the veil tears and rages, until her voices are remembered,
And his secrets can be told.
(Remember, remember, remember, remember,
Remember, remember, remember, remember.)

Hey... you, a gender nectar, crystalline from the vine, you know you’ll drink her.
Rolling and unrolling, coiling, emerging, running free,
Running through the afterworld into your room.

So she prays for a prankster and lust in the marriage bed.
And he waits ‘till she can give, and he waits... and, and he waits.