Benjamin was on the road He sent me a message, said that he missed me The weekend was grey The morning brought a dampening mist And your eyes were watering with the breeze The minutes slipped in the space between Pull me nearer to you Our stomachs rumbled, in the morning I put Birds in baskets, you made the bed I've always had more words Than with which I knew what to do But now none of them even nearly suffice I laughed while you just closed your eyes Catch me under your spell I don't ever wanna see her landing Skyscraper number twenty-two Face-down on the bathroom floor I don't ever wanna see her landing And your cat left a scratch right across my left arm I handled your hair into a tangle of knots And I'm not gonna lie I laid the lightest load at your feet And now I feel so fucking defeated And now the cycles all just repeated Pull me back into you