I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor. And I could dig my way free of myself taking more. But prisoners know nothing of victory at war. Let's a call it a truce for now.
Nobody knows the man that I keep hid. Nobody knows the man that I keep hid. He's raised my face like a pirate's flag. Of any nations tattered rag. Nobody knows the man that I keep hid.
Oh this is my favorite cage. It grows up around me like silver strands. Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage. To cradle my heart like a bird in your hand.