Hardwood Sky ft. Jonny Locomotive

When the moon is a cat's detached claw, lying, loose, on the floor, and the sky is made of hardwood, when the tune doesn't catch or latch on, we are dormant and bored, asking why we stay in this hood. When you're lighting a match and you're gone and the juice doesn't pour, and you'd fly away if you could, when your work is all patch with a saw and some glue and The Lord, and you start to pray Hollywood

Don't, don't go. It might not show, but we need you here. You're a stone's throw. You might not know, but we need you here

As we snored, the cat purred, one last time, rolling off of the bed. We just thought she was so lazy. We ignored the facts, sure that she wouldn't be, wouldn't be dead. Man, we oughtta be so crazy. I assure you that her intentions were nothing but the best. Man, her eyes were just so hazy. She was sore and she hurt. It was time; she was going to rest. She vibrated and then was free

Don't, don't go. It might not show, but we need you here. You're a stone's throw. You might not even know, but we need you here.