Throne

You’re on my trail, you sniff me out, out of the crowd

Hear the people, what they’re talking about

Think I could give you everything you want somehow, somehow

You tip your glass, you twist your face to meet with mine

Looking through me like you forgot

I am made of the things you are, I bleed as you bleed

I am to you

A stepping stone

A card to pull

A name to know

In your book

You jot me down

To help you up

Upon your throne

You spread like fire, lions dressed as humble sheep

All of the people with their shimmering dreams

Climbing each other all they want is to be seen, be seen

Do

Do you

Do you really

Do you really want me

Do

Do you

Do you really

(Or do you just want my name?)