Tinker me a heart of gold,
and keep it like a secret.
When with you none may be so bold,
so as to try and take it.

Tinker me a face of wax,
and burn it in the sun.
for as the pain my body wracks,
I’ll know there is but one.

Tinker me two eyes of lead,
So I may not be seen.
I hide from others in my head
to reminisce all that has been.

Tinker me a soul of silk
and throw it to the wind.
Bathe my broken corpse in milk,
like the Egyptian Queen in sin.

Tinker me a brain of glass,
to hide the pain that’s in my past:
which echoes in my head of tin
and whispers of my tears thats been.

sing for me,
Kulundra.