Tim Buckley — Sefronia: The Kings Chain

I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle But you hike in shells and featherss up the African beach I am king here, tied to this hut by the King's chain My power's like a tree and green taboo to me The chameleon lies in your dusty fingers And blue flies circle your head like stars; Jump into me now, I must not see the water Let me sip weakness from your dark nipple