The Debt Collectors
In my dreams they're coming to collect.
I got something that they want
and I dont know what it is.
But you hid it in my luggage,
like a needle in a haystack.
So I'm running like a criminal.
I'm sneaking round each corner --
In a phone booth, through a window.
And the air is cold around me.
And I'm running for my life
Borrow, beg, or steal.
Everything is real.
One day you might feel
all right again.
So I kissed you on the lips.
You were sleeping
like a racehorse in the evening --
all that power, motivation
and the endless broken omens.
And I don't know if I love you
but I really wanna own you.
And I've kept you like a secret
from the moment that I found you.
We can make a deal.
Everything is real.
One day I might feel
all right again.
And I can write my way
out of this pain --
that's a promise that you made me
in a letter that you sent me
from Chicago on a freezing day in winter.
Now I feel a little lighter
but it really doesn't matter.
Cuz this love is not obedient.
It's got its own agenda
and it wants to take me over
and it wants to pull you under
and it would like nothing better
than to tear us both to pieces.
And it won't do what it's told
Show me how you feel.
Everything is real.
One day it'll be
all right again.
One day it'll be
all right again.