I wish I had a horse's head
To breach the hive and smoke the bees
I will feel the sun coming down
To break and rot a whispered fate
The witches will return to their sticky tree knots
I will feel the sun, I will feel the sun
You can be my life, you can be my fog
And burdened limbs of its weight
Please doctor, please
Please doctor, please
You can be my friend you can be my dog
Around me, in a bloody sea