I crouch low and smoke with spiders
To keep raindrops off my head
I'm singing bout your ghost love
In reverie like you were dead
Cuz i miss you already
You're the hollow in my bed
I want to be your stallion
No it's not the nightmares
From our armistice in the fall
It's just that i feel your distance
And i love you like no one before
I stalk the streets alone now
Just me my gibberish and the moon
For i speak a different language
If i cannot speak with you