The lips that are so familiar
Leave their taste in my memory
Tainting every beautiful moment with terror

And despite my better efforts to hide
The revolting feeling I get
I cannot.

I cannot share a kiss again without the shudder
Of those lips in my memory

As I watch the horizon
Set fire.

I think if what you'll be;
If you're there,
What you'll do to my life,
What I'll do to yours.

What will he think?
He will be happy.

Happy in the most selfish way.
He will try to trap me in
So he can live his dream
Of being a father,

Try to make me keep you,
Or encourage me to

end you.

As I watch the horizon
set fire.