Cloud Rat - Rosemary Lyrics

I have made a little promise.
It's the light, the shoulder blades too sharp to touch.
I put on my best clothes and spin around and around,
I draw his image in the dirt in my bed.
Not far away, but too far to touch.
To feel your final fever
To measure every gain and every loss
Reaping what you sow so what?
You will ride separate rails to the end.