Old Night

Natural haste in your swine Battered and basted for new lines Gradually wasted in salt mines Mad that she tasted your defined Marrow in the meadows that you suck Acting like you never gave a f*ck Terrible, the meaning of your love Ask me if I ever get enough Back down to my own relaxing I never get the sense of self satisfaction I beat the walls in pent up chain reaction I draw a door and walk right through to the badlands This marrow that you already ate This meadow that you already are Confess to come and covet your fate You know you're still my shining star Back to the motions that you make Back to the spirit that you are Marrow in the meadows that you suck Acting like you'll never give a f*ck Terrible, the meaning of your love Ask me if I ever get enough