Waking the talbots I feel like a revenant
When I get home so late
I should be mopping up blood from a silver plate
I’ve been preying on the weak and the lame
I spend my time with people who do the same
Sometimes I’m in a Kenneth Anger film
Sometimes I’m Graham Bond
Sometimes I still see
Tears of happiness spilling down your beautiful face
I dress in black because it feels good
I don’t dress in black because I think I should
And why should I regret a single thing that I’ve said
When we don’t change then we know we’re dead
I’ve been preying on the sad and the unfulfilled
I’ve been shaking off the urge to fight the will
Sometimes I’m Boney Fuller in the moonlight
Sometimes I am the Beast
Sometimes I might see
Tears of happiness spilling down your beautiful face
