Beneath all your desires Sleeps a three-horned dragon king Within a cage of passion you will find him Wearing midnight, breathing fire Taking life from a tarnished ring And the ropes of love you thought would bind him
Are lying broke, making patterns In the dust of the bedroom floor And the nights are quickly growing longer While you bargain with tradition Setting sail for a different shore And you wish to God that you were stronger
The Black Queen, Indecision Rips your conscience with her sword While the walls of circumstance around you Are getting higher by the minute And you're inside getting bored Will the vows of long-ago confound you?