Urgency

[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