In the bar tonight, filling hollow veins He said, "Well, come here love, this world is a funny place And the best of us are just riding fate In a slow, swollen, chronic, decided way" When they called for me through the crumbling spires He said, "Tell me, are you coming back?" I said, "Darling, if the creeks don't rise" If the creeks don't rise you'll see me again, I'm sure Now I'm sleeping with the dogs at night Bleeding sonnets on the carpet And he's chasing all the crows in flight Down the back lanes of a mining town He was living in a free fall state, at a cost While most of us make do In a raw, raging, discarded and silent way As I sink tonight, filling hollow veins He said, "Stick around, if the fates allow" I said, "Darling, if my senses will" All the curled up Beings All the side-stepped Beings The dressed-up, uninvited, felt something but it's unrequited Beings All the peak time Beings All the red-bricked Beings The "please stop turn the video off I need a second" Beings And all the crumpled Beings The tea-time life Beings The swallowed up, misguided, underclass, not too excited Beings And they called for me through the crumbling spires He said, "Tell me, are you coming back?" I said, "Darling, if the creeks don't rise" If the creeks don't rise, you'll see me again