Ridiculous hair, that lengthy stare that wears you thin
Licked with fire, those old desires that live within
What you seek will only speak the words of doubt
Write your wants in gilded fonts, the truth will out

A sense of what you cannot name
Offence, it pulled you in again
The agony, the phantasy
A twist on every page
Something easy to repress
You tucked it in under your dress
The agony, the phantasy
Something to be caged
To be caged

Men of might were read their rights, and so to dust
They tolled the bell and ladies fell in fits of lust
So long they'd been, so much unseen, their grief was warped
They danced and sung as bells were rung and watchers gawped

Ridiculous hair, that lengthy stare that wears you thin
Licked with fire, those old desires that live within

A sense of what you cannot name
(What you seek will only speak the words of doubt)
Offence, it pulled you in again
The agony, the phantasy
(Write your wants in gilded fonts, the truth will out)
A twist on every page
Something easy to repress
(Men of might were read their rights, and so to dust)
You tucked it in under your dress
The agony, the phantasy
Something to be caged
(So long they'd been, so much unseen, their grief was warped)
To be caged
(They danced and sung as bells were rung and watchers gawped)

What you seek will only speak the words of doubt
Write your wants in gilded fonts, the truth will out

Excuse me
I don't think we've been introduced

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Writer(s): Laura Marling, Mike Lindsay