The murderess sleeps
I am alone
like big drops of ink
my thoughts when I think
My hands leave me and walk the dark
the radio is trembling with me
naked I am
the moonlight paints me blue
I wish you were here
not this body beside
my collar is wet
avoid the streetlights

five steps to one
feels like I’ve seen too much
moths die in the light
Too much death all around, around me
I hear the cats scream
on the rainstreets below
it’s not that strange
if I go insane

I see her from here
she’s still where she fell
in shadow her face
it’s not safe to sleep
I reach out for a luke cup of tea
about two in the packet, my hat is wet
outside it’s raining
and I’m guarding my sheep
the smoke from my lips
my breath fouls the air
oak brown are the walls
I’m in a leather chair

I’ve got a big gun
but it rests with her
I need to think
oh help me blue moon
she’s done nothing wrong
oh those dark halfclosed eyes
I guess all I need is less alibies and to cry
Sometimes