Like An Animal - The Glove

One mile in the air that’s where she lives

Her body looks so thin and pink and small

Dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands

And swallowing her fingers as they fall

Two people dance on the edge

Three of us push them away

There’s nowhere to go

We’re all in this

But nothing can hurt us at all

Fight her all you want you’ll never win

Couldn’t we just once leave her in bed

Let the dry air cut her happy throat

Hide her heart and lose her happy head

First I was a murderer then I was a saint

Now I live on stolen time

Twist and run like paint

Like an animal

Tuesday in the sun

Nothing could be worse

Not now not ever not anymore…