Castles in the air
I'm in a mood for soppy fairy-tales
I'm in a mood for pleading love
so lock me up
and hold me away
from you
My justice hidden in its cell
prays shameless touches
and painless loves
and the judge
wearing a straight jacket
reasons sanity
and illusions of some not so distant
past
So pour me a glassfull of that fine mirage
and rinse my feet
while I claim the throne of Zeus
My midwife's name was Sappho
and now I'm feeling heart aches
lusts
and a desire for all
overcame by that
oh-so-exciting guilt
wrong season altogether
when my mother entered labour
and with her feet high in the stirrups
cursed my destiny
I'm happy
