I speak and you don’t listen,
I swear you hear me down the hall
way your portraits hanging oblong and slanted on the wall
where you pinned me and kiss me on the neck, your hair was up in flames then and my body was a wreck, but you thought it nice.

And driveway, your keys, ignition
spark to an un-enchanted place where the jukebox playing songs you might
here in outer space where we landed and Aldrin’ed up a flag.
Your mind was a Buzzin’ like a record playing stag in a pretty room.

And outside we were on our own here
searching for the manic sounds
and the moonlight lit up all around.

And I will go on stomping feet to the clatter of your jaw-
lines that led me to the place I grew up and where I’m found all alone there,
with the static on the stairs, you’re panting your tongue, but the collar isn’t there, still you know it’s mine.

And outside we were on our own here
searching for the manic sounds
and the moonlight lit up all around.
The barking of the midnight hound,
oh my god what has he found?

And outside we were on our own here
searching for the manic sounds
and the moonlight lit up all around.
The barking of the midnight hound,
oh my god what has he found?