The Debt Collectors

In my dreams they're coming to collect

I've got something that they want

And I don't know what it is

But you hid it in my luggage

Like a needle in a haystack

So I'm running like a criminal

I'm sneaking round each corner

In a phone booth, through a window

And the air is cold around me

And I'm running for my life

Borrow, beg or steal

Everything is real

One day you might feel

Alright again

So I kissed you on the lips

You were sleeping

Like a racehorse in the evening

All that power, motivation

And the endless broken omens

And I don't know if I love you

But I really wanna own you

And I've kept you like a secret

From the moment that I found you

We can make a deal

Everything is real

One day I might feel

Alright again

And I can write my way

Out of this pain

That's a promise that you made me

In a letter that you sent me

From Chicago on a freezing day in winter

Bow I feel a little lighter

But it really doesn't matter

Cos this love is not obedient

It's got its own agenda

And it wants to take me over

And it wants to pull you under

And it would like nothing better

Than to tear us both to pieces

And it wont do what its told

Show me how you feel

Everything is real

One day it'll be

Alright again

One day it'll be

Alright again