So bring me that horizon
Bring me on home
I can see rising chimney smoke
I've come home
A thorn in the paw of a fang-toothed beast
Slender sliver in the eye that'll make you grieve
Delicate and driven in the way it breathes
It strains and weaves, painting the panes patiently
Spared of a certain death at the hand of a foe
Aware of a certain air that he brandished below
There, but unprepared, as he ran to his home
A sign of a better time hanging there in the smoke
I rose, a patch of fur matted roughly by blood
Bathed in charm, disarming armor with a subtler touch
I'll find her, I swear I'll find her when he comes a rush
I'll dangle her over the plunge if he doesn't adjust
A streak of malice relished greatly taking root in his thoughts
Smoothing, all of it soothing as he moved from the spot
Lumbering, sulking and sultry turning two of his paws
Into manipulative beings being ruthless and lost
I'll find her
I swear I'll find her
When he comes in a rush
I'll dangle her over the plunge
When he approaches I'll push