Cymbal crash – and it’s over Lover my dear, no more Save the devil from speaking out The *** is boiling over; The competition between the martyrs Who can die first? Who will live last?
At last, I figured this out Or did I? Did I die for the sake of the conversation? When you took me in, did I have a chance? I fell into it, I should have turned away.
You didn’t look away when you smiled for a split second I saw the sun through the grey sky above
Tan skin: from your summer spent Experiencing the ecstasy of your melody What’s your name? Today’s date Or the time of day What is your price to pay?
Wake and then bake To the sounds of the earth The clouds on my shirt Reveal the places I’ve been The haze in my eyes The faces I have seen