“If our ship went down and spilled us out would you think of me and smile?” Like the paths we’d walk with our dirty feet. And how they seemed so biblical. When you woke back up and you looked at me what did see, doll? Between those dirty sheets is there what you need or what you want now that you’re all alone? When I called you out and all your friends filled you up with doubt ... Well you always leave, and when you leave, you always leave full you cannibal. I’m going to Virgina. I’m going to find a home.