me, my gibberish, & the moon Songtext
von Field Medic

I crouch low and smoke with spiders
To keep raindrops off my head
I′m singing 'bout your ghost love
In reverie, like you were dead

′Cause I miss you already
You're the hollow in my bed
I want to be your stallion


No, it's not the nightmares
From our armistice in the fall
It′s just that I feel your distance
And I love you like no one before

I stalk the streets alone, now
Just me, my gibberish, and the moon
For I speak a different language
If I cannot speak with you