give me that, i'd tell the ancient gods

snatch the golden wreath off their numb fingers

turn my back to be struck

they don't know the power i hold

they don't know i'm so beautifully in love

and when i reach you

oh, they won't be there

they wouldn't know what to do with

a love so tender as yours

you'd blind Apollo, it wouldn't be fair

before you they wouldn't dare breathe, let alone

raise a divine voice

lest i curse them with eternal despair