And in the white building
I waste my love
Watching the world return
To what I knew it was
Drawn to the sight
Of moving bones
Close to the claws
Lay down your wild hands
You are not in love
While on the streets I see
Strange animals
Where are they off to?
Perhaps, to see you?
Drawn to the sight
Of moving bones
Close to the claws
Lay down your wild hands
You are not in love
Despite the photograph
You are not in love
Lay down your wild hands
You are not in love
Animals
Drift in the fog
Animal
Drift in the fog