Vigilance

Hidden up a sleeve for me
Kindred spirits on the bone
Secret thoughts thick as twin bovines
She was tasting my cologne
If her love is a chariot of fire
And the wheels spin on the wind
Thinning binds on a calendar of lust
Is your conqueror a friend?

Rosie, I was keeping you in sport
Rosie, trends dictate your taste and all

Put your spell on a professional rod
And find a space upon the bank
I am the tourist at the tiger cage
I am the creature in the tank
If a tall dark stranger came along
Would you know why I am slain?
If you ever heard the symphonies I wrote
Would you even know the names?

Rosie, I was keeping you in sport
Rosie, trends dictate your taste and all

My vigilance to your every waking hour
Isn't exactly what you need
It isn’t pretty when I bomb into the waves
Of your presence with uncharacteristic speed

Rosie, I've got nothing left to give
Rosie, live!