I'm running out of steam again
Underneath the orb weaver
I'm willing to go again
A feeling that might go deeper
It's very, very dark outside
We can't seem to know where we're going
It doesn't even seem to matter
A pack of coyotes and their chatter
Somehow you found me dead
I'm no catch on my best day
Somehow you found me dead
I'm no catch on my best day
I died in my sleep again
Only to wake up next to you
I died in my sleep again
Only to wake up next to you
Somehow you found me dead
I'm no catch on my best day
Somehow you found me dead
I'm no catch on my best day
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