Just for the record there she lays
shedding fur in patches and pulling at her face
I've been taking these things all night long
Hoping it will make me tired
Hoping it will keep me strong
through the bedroom walls
Angels scurrying like rats
And if it's me locked inside this box
Then I pray that my love can pick these locks
With the grace of a sailor
Both staring at the lights
And it's nights like this
Will the morning come quickly
Will there be anything left?
And the battlefield is soft
Where a man and a woman have walked