Nobody knows it like a person
of the night
I see you sleeping
Something has fallen and
no one will know for hours
I have fallen and
you'll probably never know
I'm like a criminal
trying to get home safe
To your affection
And as the storm blows
trash into the street
There is some good there
Feel your convulsions are
you holding your releasing gear
These are the spasms and cries
We're in your direction
like a pair of eyes that stare
Through to your backbone
There's enough money
here for both of us
These are the good days
We are like criminals
trying to get home safe
To love like survival