bang
goes our love
as we make a run for it
they’re chasing us like
chasing smoke from
the cigarette you lit.
bang, bang
goes our beating hearts
as adrenaline surges in;
as i feel your breath
in sync with mine
as we’re skin to skin.
drip, drop
the blood flows down
from deep cuts on your arm
but you say by
no gun or blade shall
our love be disarmed.
we are the runaway
king and queen;
in our kingdom without rules.
for scepters we have loaded guns;
and dollar bills for jewels.
for a chariot, a beat-up van;
our thrones are worn-out couches.
we dance in our majestic castles
masked as abandoned houses.
bang, bang, bang
goes our palace door;
the enemy arrives.
and so we run
like we always do--
that’s how our love survives.
and so we run
and run and run,
soon we’ll escape this place--
this world where they
don’t get our love
and so we run, they chase.