The Hem Around Us

You fiend, you friend, you confidant

You hold me against my will

I scurry and scant this hectic step

You climb adrift this boorish racket

This wire, this mane, this coronet

You hold me against my will

I rummage and sear this furious step

You climb adrift this boorish racket

You and me could ride this fleet

You and me could drive the sea