Because tonight we will walk out with what we're able - because to night I won't find. I see them fall fast asleep satisfied tied in their staples, I come alive. Is it just a notion of having everything I want? I feel a longing sets a motion don't know how to make it stop. Try to deny we're only animals it's laughable, but don't you let it drop. Because tonight we will slide under he table - because tonight there's too much light. And all the pale gold details, wholly frail, affixed to fable, it's alright. You came and sit beside me, spill your secrets, make a mess, and I will offer absolution for the acts others detest. Try to deny it's in our chemicals, it's comical, but who wants to confess? I fill the need. And when the fever breaks and you become the master of your art, you will erect another object to obsess and pick apart. Climb a ladder, buy a miracle, call it spiritual, whatever makes you smart.