this is the night where wolves cry out and

scullery maids give skull merry shouts

down and out louts take round about routes

before they circle around and surround us and crouch

knives and guns in their hands

cause all they can think is

we dont meet their demands so

we're good as dead if we stay on this land

i know you're overwhelmed

i know your tired jam

anything left i can fix with my own hands

mind you clairvoyance always kind of feels like a one night stand

i am here

you are here

make love to me tonight

make certain to hold me tight