I feel the seconds running into a second coming, and this house is getting colder than a church with a naked god. I’ve been haunting it from room to room, you’d better want to bed that I never want to catch you pawning those words. I want to feel like a human in your eyes and an animal in your ears. I felt your quiet breathing melt into gentle pleading. and this heart is now accustomed to its role as a mobile home, and I’ve been hauling it from house to house and now you’re gonna feel like a witness to the striking of your back.