The Caller's Touch

The caller's touch
is not enough.
I fear, I fear.
I fear too much.

The caller's touch
is never soft.
I hear, I hear.
I hear his wroth.

The caller's touch
Is never wrong.
I cry, I cry.
I don't belong.

Dance around the issue,
Dance around the lies.
Fall into the pool
and who knows what you'll find?

The caller's touch
is not enough.
I fear, I fear.
You know too much.

With just a glance
you pin me down.
I'm struggling.
You spin me round.

Fair is foul
and foul? So fair!
I grasp at ghosts;
the empty air.

I'm not myself.
I'm not myself.
I'm not myself.
But in the end this might be just enough
to hold it all together.
I only need to last a bit longer.

Just a bit longer,
and then I can spill my blood.

Dance with fire,
Dance with frost,
and don't let on the game is lost.