From the recording "WILL TRADE FOR FOOD"


Twisted. (a look at domestic violence from the inside).
In the dark, Misty and still/hurt is dripping like a long cold kill/like a black cat all night long/hold me close and then you're gone. From the great unkind/Goin' out of my mind. You and me – we should be together, you and me – we could change the weather/going whoa whoa whoa. In this twisted up dirty old broken down love/where push turns to shove. I can smell the night in your hair and I pretend that I don't care. My heart is racing and I know why/I think I feel you with another guy. From the great unkind/going out of my mind. In this twisted-up, dirty old broken down love/when push turns to shove