The biting blood of lonely lust now Watch the clock like a hawk hunt me down Watch the clock like a hawk spin around On the day that wayward man exclaimed "even satan knows the glory of god" I felt so full of my own life, I blasted the fast food faucet and cried Cause the joy in my heart outgrew its shell It sank beneath me, and it buried its sound Trudging through the slush of Chinatown where I'm out Searching in reverse for what I left, but nothing backwards Nothing makes any sense The biting blood of lonely lust now Watch the clock like a hawk hunt me down Watch the clock like a hawk spin around The biting blood of lonely lust now Watch the clock like a hawk rush the ground Watch the clock like a hawk spin around Today from the Brooklyn Bridge, there is the bird's-eye-view of the East River But this jutting giant of a skyline makes me nothing, nothing but nervous I much prefer Manhattan as the static backdrop to my score Eggs and coffee on the rooftop, sleepy-headed and blissfully bored I saw a spaceship making strange maneuvers, and I raised my mug to the full moon Lit up in the big blue, blue day In that cloudless world all alone but unafraid Now I wonder if I'll see you down there together In the park And I'll stop to watch the shore shove the lazy garbage back and forth Now I wonder if I'll see you down there together In the park And I'll stop to watch the shore shove the lazy garbage back and forth It pours out of me It makes me so afraid The way time takes Takes itself so seriously But I'm coming home On my own Blood in my mouth, biting down...