I want your leather jacket
Think about your debt to me
No need for conversation
Just hand it straight to me
I need your leather jacket
I bet it's never worn
I laid my eyes upon it
Remembered where I'm from
I felt your leather jacket
I felt your hand grow old
I saw your hair grow longer
I heard the feathers fall
I want your leather jacket
I'll howl straight at the moon
You'll still be making your altars
We're both the shape of fools