We've not gone to play for long, caught in flesh and the fling.
Played the string and broke the harp, when we will fill us.
And can't relate. Asylum bound
because lately always means never.
We come from tents and drums banging in disparate beats alone.
Salvage the love that we find. Franchise the feeling and bottle for better times.
We could go to Birmingham. Take a trip past our dreams.
Sleep in the Trump Tower parking lot
We'll steal what we need and
beg for food to tame our moods.
Alone without you.
