From the recording Mongrel

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Think about the times before
When we couldn't be together
How we wanted what we didn't have
We were birds of a feather

Now we fly by the fire at night
But it's not any better
Burning bodies in the lap of love
Letting go for forever

A flight of fancy
A heavy fall
A broken promise
And that was all

Talk to me but you make no sense
So you write me a letter
Full of nothing on an empty day
Like a slab on a platter

Cut me up for another bite
Then you go to another
Make a wrong out of what I write
But you've got to see me one more time