Tonight when the moon bleeds
out the sky in it's
pre-montly cycle
Me and my love will be
dancing in ditches and
Play hopscotch on yesterday
And all the landmines it left
For us to trip over...

And when we grow weary from
Pecking out shrapnel
From our tattered bodies...
Me and my love will wallow
In the pain of inflicted sins.

There is no rest for a troubled soul
But we will rest our heads on
The doubled-over bodies
ad they slowly blow away
To dust in the wind.

That is the fate-
Of me and my love