Testo di Me, My Gibberish, & The Moon

I crouch low and smoke with spiders To keep raindrops off my head I'm singing 'bout your ghost, love In reverie like you were dead 'Cause I miss you already You're the hollow in my bed I wanna be your stallion No it's not the nightmares From our armistice in the fall It's just that I feel your distance And I love you like no one before I miss you already You're the hollow in my bed I wanna be your stallion I stalk the streets alone now Just me, my gibberish and the moon For I speak a different language If I cannot speak with you Yes I speak a different language If I cannot speak with you