Can any good come of this?
We’re acting out an ancient script
It’s compelling and deep
I just wish that I could sleep

Oh Medea you’re in my blood
What is this poison that makes me feel young?
Oh Medea it’s way too much
I want you
I need you

Can any good come of this?
We’re wounded deep in our sex
Warning lights flash o’er our heads
There’s a curse on this bed

Oh Medea you’re in my blood
What is this poison that makes me feel young?
Oh Medea it’s way too much
I want you
I need you
I need you
I love you

CRESCENDO

/© Ian Lilburne 2017