Alice

Ask can you love me, like a runaway horse, the way it whinnies, go back to sea I whisper, heard this tale before, you think I'm bothered, I won't wear weeds, without sorrow or remorse, if you’ll return to me, in this game of trespass, I am not your whore, journeyd on a golden vesell, nows my time to speak, bellow across marble floors, only the guilty plead, who is for the cloister, you must know the score, I'm not that blister, you pierce anymore.