Lyrics
I crouch low and smoke with spiders
To keep raindrops off my head
I'm singing 'bout your ghost love
In reverie, like you were dead
'Cause I miss you already
You're the hollow in my bed
I want to be your stallion
No, it's not the nightmares
From our armistice in the fall
It's just that I feel your distance
And I love you like no one before
I stalk the streets alone, now
Just me, my gibberish, and the moon
For I speak a different language
If I cannot speak with you
