Thieves

Sweating it out in my room
Barefoot and unbuttoned to the waist
The street car runs all night
And I can’t wait
So meet me down behind the abattoir
With the last of the summer kings
Meet me down at the lake
I said, «these waves come in from California.»
You said, «these waves are all brand new,»
And «summer is easy
Living in the city downtown.»
Thieves in the city
Bees in the flowerbeds
Kissing downtown and then the sun come up
In your summer dress you said
«a culture with shaking breath, I want it now!»
Well in my mouth the sun will sound
When that evening sun go down
Down to the lake, past the windmill like a fireball
Through your broken window
Down to the lake with shaking breath and the bloody owls
At the end of summer racket
You said, «tonight we can’t be held by fences or by chains.»
Down at the lake with a bad moon shining in the waves