Thirsty - Kate Tempest, Kae Tempest

I came to under a red moon\nThirsty for water\nMy eyes were like shovels in the soil of the sky\nDigging in to the night to find solace\nBurying emptiness\nI was heart-broken\nVomiting memories\nBecause I’d promised her everything\nThen I did what I could not to recognise anything\nSo, here I was\nMarching the town like a priest in my rapture\nMuttering spells\nSo desperate for tenderness\nSo raw from the grating of senses\nThe way the day drinks every drop of my strength\nIt’s relentless\nI was digging out pence for a length of bad whisky\nMe and my friends\nOr at least\nThe others who slumped at the bar without peace\nThey embrace me as kindred, but\nSomething is missing\nSo, I was sat there at the bar with my forehead on my wrist\nThinking I had given all I had in me to give\nWhen I saw her\nCross the floor like a firework exploding in slow motion\nShe touched me on the shoulder\nAnd I started to live\nBut I wasn’t ready yet\nI wanted sucker punch and numbness\nThe chase and the conquest of dating by numbers\nThe safety of keeping my distance and feeding\nMy hungers\nShe spoke of a truth that I could not confront\nAnd she offered a peace\nThat my war didn’t want\nBecause I liked being fangs and destruction\nSuction and froth and dysfunction\nI was dreaming\nTalking too much with my friends in the evenings\nI laughed very loud as if I was extremely happy\nYou should’ve seen me\nNow, I knew she sensed a glory\nI could feel it in the way that I was standing\nTwo feet taller, like I’d never been afraid\nI didn’t want her to know I wasn’t everything she saw in me\nWe walked each other home\nAnd didn’t kiss\nWe walked each other home\nAnd