Tale of a Horn-Crossed Luster

Toothy grin

Against bronze skin

I hear your sweet soul music

Buzz-cut hair

Got me in a snare

I hear your sweet soul music

Singing, smiling

Dancing, beguiling

Music to set me free

You mark time

I fall in line

It’s just who I want to be

Keep the beat

I’ll move my feet

I hear your sweet soul music

Thinking about your voice

Knowing I have no choice

I’ll sit here and wait

For my inevitable fate

And when the song ends

I still hear your sweet soul music