There, There

Nobody knows it like a person of the night
I see you sleeping
Something has fallen and no one will know for hours
I have fallen and you'll probably never know

I'm like a criminal trying to get home safe
To your affection
And as the storm blows trash into the street
There is some good there

Feel your convulsions, are you holding your releasing gear?
These are the spasms and cries
We're in your direction like a pair of eyes that stare
Through to your backbone
There's enough money here for both of us
These are the good days
We are like criminals trying to get home safe
To love-like survival