Slicked in the let of blood,
Rain softly melting on her face
The earth opened up
And I had no idea, you hit the keys so well
Played me in minor C and let me believe
Kisses that sent me straight to hell, yes
(on a sofa, in the night, with a secret in our eyes)
Would save me

But you've been the death of me,
From which her grip has no release
Meadows of peonies
(and flower crowns and water lilies)
Cigarette ashes for fodder
There are flies in the teeth of all men, but then
My illusions only grow fonder
That you would come find me dancing here,
And join me in laughter again.