Sefronia-The King's Chain - Tim Buckley

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