Back in Your Love

When the wind is crawling
Honey, at my basement floor
And the rats are running round
Tryin' to get underneath my chamberdoor

Anything I can think of
Don't seem to be enough

When I smell, honey, the stench
Of you're sweatstained sheet
And I see this French chick
Licking my speed

Honey, I made friends with you're daddy and your dog
It don't seem to be enough

When the snow is wettin'
My old wooden chair
And the clabs are running round
In my pubic hair

Anything I can think of, child
Don't seem to be enough

Damn cruel November
Days shift into nights
Honey, I wish I could remember
How you drifted from my sight

Anything I can think of
Don't seem to be enough

And all my old sollicitors come around
Only have needles for a pay
And all my brandnew visitors
Only have spoons to give away

Anything, anything
Don't seem to be enough

You know, all my precious pleasures
You took away, with all you're charms
And all my solitary treasures
Made a strainer of my arm

I make friends with you're daddy and your dog
But it don't seem to be enough

When the wind is crawling, honey
My basement floor
And the rats trying to get underneath my chamberdoor

Anything I can think of
Never seems to be enough