At Home With The Animals
    (专辑: Romeo & Juliet - 2022)
    
    While you were reading the 
black bible in the 
sun  I 
was half drunk out the 
window of a 
moving city bus  Wilder than the 
devil, like a 
tiger in the 
brush  Louder than an atom bomb that only you could hush  Spinning like the 
Earth and Moon, but never really touched  Alone, the 
ways I 
wanted to be loved  You were not enough   While your head was bowed and hands praying to God  I 
was swinging from the 
chandeliers like some endangered animal  Somewhere in New Orleans on the 
run  Like I 
just won the 
lottery, with God-knows-what inside of me  Hair a 
mess and shoelaces undone  Of all the 
ways I 
wanted you  You were not the 
one   While they were teaching you how Moses split the 
sea  I 
was in an airplane bathroom doing speedballs off the 
sink  High as any angel moving at the 
speed of sound  Someplace over Germany, moving through the 
clouds  Winking back at stewardesses, supplying me with ale  Big-hooped golden earrings staying at the 
same hotel  Of all the 
ways I 
wanted you to hold me  I 
could not be held   While you were waiting for the 
doctor in the 
chair  I 
was stoned riding the 
cyclone at the 
Onslow County Fair  The 
stars above us sparkled like they didn't pay the 
bill  Smokes behind the 
haunted house, chugging stolen beers  Cotton candy kisses underneath the 
ferris wheel  Of all the 
ways you wanted me to feel  I 
could never heal   While you were waiting in the 
depot for the 
train  I 
was asleep on stolen cargo in the 
back of someone's plane  Halfway back from Florida from Cuba in the 
rain  Low enough to feel the 
water from the 
spraying waves  Underneath the 
radar hauling crates of pure cocaine  Hung over and laughing high above The 
Everglades  Of all the 
ways I 
wanted to be tamed  I 
was just insane   While you were waiting in the 
lobby for your man  I 
was working at the 
circus as a 
garbage man  Remembering that winter you were in a 
long black coat  I'm at home with the 
animals, knife at my own throat  You hear the 
bells of freedom, but the 
chains all just say "nope"  If I 
was the 
Titanic, you were pink clouds and blue smoke  Rising over Hemingway and in an old man's fishing boat  Of all the 
things I 
wanted you to be  Of all the 
things I 
wish that you were now  You were not around   You were not around