I am the cold ground,
You are the hard rain,
I don't know why, We can never complement each other,
You're in your window,
I'm on your driveway,
We woke your father,
I had to shout above the wind to reach you,
This is my happy face,
This is my laughter.
I am the melancholy, Colic which hunches you over,
Run like the hunted buck,
Clenching your abdomen,
I sometimes wheel like a vulture above your lame body,
This is the last line,
We're nearing the end now,
Some of you will remember me but others won't.