Wild Creatures

When you catch the light

You look like your mother

It crushes me some

Just right from the side

When you catch the light

There's a flash of wild creatures

Before the Stone Age of the preachers

And the husbands and the wives

When you catch the light

The flood changes direction

And darkens the lens

That projects my disguise

As you fight alongside

You'll discover my weakness

I'm not fighting for your freedom

I am fighting to be wild

"Hey, little girl, would you like to be the king's pet or the king?"

"I'd choose odorless and invisible

But otherwise I would choose the king

Even though it sounds the loneliest

And my brother's hands would poison me"

"Hey, little girl, would you like to be the king's pet or the king?"

"I'd choose odorless and invisible

But otherwise I would choose the king

Even though it sounds melodious

There's no mother's hands to quiet me"