So, come back...I am waiting.

There’s plenty of time to make you mine tonight, there’s plenty of time to make you mine.
There’s plenty of ways to know you’re not dying, all right. Hell, there’s plenty of light still left in your eyes.

There’s plenty of things to wear when you come to me, every color of sleeve to be rolled. There are millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me. Every language of king is concerned. So why did you bawl from the spell of some old holy song that some liar laughed as he composed - some liar I loved to control?

I am waiting on hoof and on hand. I am waiting, all hated and damned. I am waiting - I snort and I stamp. I am waiting, you know that I am, calmly waiting to make you my lamb.