Белла и Эдвард танцуют на балу, и он целует ее шею

I was a quick wet boy,
diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair,
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
and called for you everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous,
weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming
Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
curl through the wide fence cracks [bad word] on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded,
bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down