Power

In the fullness of the moon, I see my only secret tomb
 And all the bitterness and hate you can just scrape right off your plate
 Set aside your clever smile, come and lay with me a while
 While you're drawing up your will, the apartment house is still
 They shut the power off
 When the moon is proper full, set your hands into the wool
 And dig down into the skin, feel the fever held within
 Remember when we thought we'd die, the cops fell out of the sky
 Pushing through the night, your hand held my hand so tight
 They shut the power off
 Rumors suit you just fine, they warm you like wine
 Pass strangers and tired roads
 Singing in the park, ten feet further in the dark
 Your saviors are all failures to me