out of secrets hear... him cry
it’s not the newness... of the night
it’s tha armies... of who’s right
and the fallen... taking flight
out a slammed door hit the cold floor his bird’s engine roars
down a blue street ...clenched fists.. leather seat
dress in soaked swirl ...just a little girl
he takes a fast turn.. all his world was her
where’s this hate, from better dead than numb?
dress in red swamp
he’s got the pedal stomped
better off together
their love will last forever