Out of food to feed the sharks
Out of time your wristwatch
Twists off shattering her crystillian face on the sidewalk
Feet that keep pace with the time bomb
Ticking in the head
Of a tall dark hair
All fair complexion
Not to mention a loose torn t shirt
The way that she hurt was diamond rings
The telephone sings  and you're fired from work
So you smoked a slow cigarette
And put it out beneath your foot
The way that your feeling is shocked
And you would give anything
Just to break a bottle on the teeth of your enemy
And tear every letter that she ever
Ever sent to me
I would start a fire
For dinner and a photograph
A time and a place
I know I'm never going back
Everything is going black
Oh that's just your hands?
I would love my eye-sight back