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