Why I Bought the House

Heaving is a man's work

But I don't mind

Chipping into something great

That someone left behind

In this part of the city

There is hair on the ground

Beats round the bend

And every rend

Gets spent without a sound

Language is an ocean

We are two fish in the hot sun

And you must think I'm from a photograph

I'll learn to love you

I'll learn to love you

Like the sky is holding all the clouds and sea

Stealing is a woman's touch but

You'd find me with your eyes closed baby

I'm open on a busy street

And the blinds the blinds are broken

Now come out come out come out come out come out

And come to Chicago, come to Chicago

Free the bus, find the cheats, free the bus

When we meet, when we touch

When we come to Chicago, come to Chicago

Come out, come out, come out, come out, come out

Free the bus, free the bus

Find the cheats

What’s the rush?

Flood the streets

What's heaven to an ocean?

We only notice when we’re there?

And you must think I am going back

I will become you, I will become you

Right before the storm comes streaking out the streets

I know you well enough

Enough

Though you've lodged the feeling

In between your gills

It might be insincere

Or else it might be force of will