[Verse 1]

A ghost dance in the graveyard

You itch and scratch like a wounded cat in heat

You are my saint and my saviour

I am the young lion that rattles its bones to a dead beat

And so the act of leaving, suddenly lost its urgency

So seriously damaged by your affairs

Your affairs of the heart

It's not quite how you planned it

Your instincts felt dysfunctional from the start

And so the act of leaving, suddenly lost its urgency

Depraved somewhere along our mild equator

Looking for someone to save you later

Depraved somewhere along our mild equator

Looking for someone to save you later

And so the act of leaving, suddenly lost its urgency