Urgency Lyrics

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