Keep the city lights close but far
So I can find comfort in Babylon’s charm
Sometimes the sun just isn’t enough
So rock me gently in your strong arms
But you quiver as I shiver
You slither as I wither
I want to die laughing
With cup overflowing
I need letters and syllables
For this flower to grow
But you shiver as I quiver
You wither as I slither
There’s rain and there’s saliva
There’s moonlight and there’s blood
There’s smoke and there’s bad lungs
There’s boots and there’s mud
And you quiver as I shiver
And you slither as I wither