M. M. G. A. T. M. Field Medic

Crouch low and smoke
With spiders
To keep raindrops
Off my head

I'm singing 'bout
Your ghost love
In reverie like
You were dead

'Cause I miss you already
You're the hollow
In my bed
I wanna be your stallion

No it's not
The nightmares
From our armistice
In the fall

It's just that I feel
Your distance
And I love you like
No one before

I miss you already
You're the hollow
In my bed
I wanna be your stallion