M. M. G. A. T. M.
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
'Cause I miss you already
You're the hollow
In my bed
I wanna 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 miss you already
You're the hollow
In my bed
I wanna be your stallion
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
Yes, I speak a
Different language
If I cannot
Speak with you