Parking Lots - Josh Pyke

The night was so cold all the cats had gone home

I hate to be told what to do, lord

I hide under awnings like rats in a storm

I hide under cars when they’re left in the parking lots

Oh, now I know what you mean

When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen

But I’m older now and I’m well

So come over here let me look in your mirrors

The years are beginning to show, lord

There’s been a darkness upon us so long

It’s hard not to feel that our lives

Are not always our own

Now I know what you mean

When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen

But I’m older now

And I’m twice as well

So come over here

Let me look in your mirrors

An asp and an arrow

And a lamb with a furrowed brow

Stay with me

Because I have been dying to meet you

And now you’re here

I feel I could kill just to keep you

Be calm the tell-tale heart

That leaves us beaten in the dark

Tomorrow see the scars

They’ll leave with feathers and of tar

They’ll leave you lying in the parking lots