Nobody knows it like a person of the night

I see you sleeping

Something has fallen and no one will know for hours

I have fallen and you'll probably never know



I'm like a criminal trying to get home safe

To your affection

And as the storm blows trash into the street

There is some good there



Feel your convulsions, are you holding your releasing gear?

These are the spasms and cries

We're in your direction like a pair of eyes that stare

Through to your backbone

There's enough money here for both of us

These are the good days

We are like criminals trying to get home safe

To love-like survival