Two Dancers (i) - Wild Beasts

I feel as if I’ve been where you have been

The snow had piled up knee-high in the street

Apart, apart

And dancing on

The wanderer

The squanderer

Our son was dying and we could hardly eat

They dragged me by the ankles through the street (two hearts)

They passed me round them like a piece of meat

His hairy hands

His falling fists

His dancing cock

Down by his knees

I’ve seen my children turn away from me

Oh, do you want my bones between your teeth?

They pulled me half-alive out of the sea

Apart, apart

And dancing on

Impossible

Impossible

I feel as if I’ve been where you have been

I feel as if I’ve been where you have been