Urgency - Howl
A ghost dance in the graveyard
You itch and scratch like a wounded cat in the heat
You are my saint and my saviour
I am the young lion that rattles it's bones
To a dead beat
And so the act
Of leaving
Suddenly
Lost it's urgency
So so seriously damaged
By your affairs your affairs of the heart
It's not quite how you planned it
Your instincts felt dysfunctional from the start
And so the act
Of leaving
Suddenly
Lost it's urgency
Depraved somewhere along our mild equator
Looking for someone to save you later
Depraved somewhere along our mild equator
Looking for someone to save you later
And so the act
Of leaving
Suddenly
Lost it's urgency
