I Don't Listen To Your Air Warning Sirens

You can't tame this lion Lord knows, take me to the nearest asylum Look into my big-brown-eyes I live in selfish defiance I don't listen to your air warning sirens I don't economies; I don't compromise I don't take on board good advice I live enchanted on thin perilous ice And I don't apologise I don't undertow drift away at sub-zero Like some tragic long-ago Romeo. Look into my big-brown-eyes Please don't for a second scrutinise Have I not entrusted you with my heart Have I not calmed a tsunami and built an ark? At times have I not outsourced? Every salty teardrop from the sea To alleviate the waves That would ensue and take your life. Look into my big brown eyes and submerge And when I'm dead, write me a dirge That says you loved me but failed to tame me That says you failed Wholeheartedly to domesticate me. But even so, you still, came to love me.