This could be our last resort
Lets cut these limbs that weigh us down
The spies hide out in smoky leaves

Our love is sweet espionage

My temper flares with moves off course

Romance misplaced in busy days
The night sinks like stones in this dirty gut
That haunt with the ghosts our bodies make


And I swing sweet
And skim these streets

That hold me in one piece

And dismiss these spells

Of wishing wells
Whose costs on me
Have been too steep