On the hill adorned in dew
I miss seeing you
Though your den of verse

In the clinic stall
They've confined me to
Loose the noose I wear
And I'll run away
Away with you

All riled, night's young
I lunge, gutted on
Hospice gates

Into these rooms
Your bawdy verses boom
"If you don't know me now
You'll know me soon."

All riled, night's young
I lunge, gutted on
Hospice gates