Our hands are in a knot   It's all I'm thinking of   The shape of your elusive arms   Naked by the light      I bring it all back home   Where it don't belong   I stash it in my tiny house   And leave the door ajar      I gotta find a new career   I gotta really try   I'm drowning in this atmosphere   Running dry      I'm digging my own track   No use in turning back   I'm swimming round in circles   It feels that way sometimes      Like a cat that is too weak   To stand   I lay around in corners   Of whatever room I can      I gotta find a volunteer   And space enough to thrive   This loneliness has got me near   Running dry