Urgency Songtext
von Howl

A ghost dance in the graveyard
You itch and scratch like a wounded cat in heat
You are my saint and my savior
I am the young lion that rattles its bones to a deadbeat

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

You're pretty somewhere along our mild equator
Looking for someone to save you later
You′re pretty somewhere along our mild equator
Looking for someone to save you later

And so the act of leaving
Suddenly lost its urgency