Shot of golden light
Bringer of smiles
Christ, you, Sir,
Are a ******* *****.
Or is that me?
And are you a mirror?
Probably.
They hate me
They do.
And so it's me, not you.
I love you, come back?
Never leave me.
If I promise to never take my lips
From your neck,
Stay in my bloodstream for ever?
Oh this,
This is true love.
Now let's hide under the covers
And cry about the world
'Cause it's crying lies about us.