. you're at the front door you're in through the front door my door without knocking face flushed with malice and ****** visions "uh-huh" i say there's a cotten shopping bag of who-fears-what in one mitt and you throw yourself on my sunken couch you unzip those mad pricy leather boots with flames down the sides and clutch your bag to your chest with meaning and taunt leaning toward a smile crocodiles your face your clock ; three forty seven your mind ; immersed in some midnight woo a witching verse and a fortune boastful and blue am i to be involved in your clockwork mockery ? (i have been your collaborator and coal mine canary in the past) do i even want to be invited ? i don't know any better i am as always excited "alright, i'll bite .. what's in the bag ?" i say
Born beautiful, dies the same She's too free to be bound by the shackles of time She follows the sunshine She's too ambiguous to have a name And she'll certainly never ask for mine ****! There she goes with the wind Leaving me with nothing but a melancholy grin
tonight ... i will visit you sweetheart ... with a **** demon ... inside me ... pushing crazily ... for you ... yes sweetheart ... i will do ... and wait for my craziness ... tonight ... midnight ... just be ready ... i will be there ... into your night ... while no one ... will be there ... only ... you and me ... and the **** demon ... who will takes us ... the whole night ... over the cloud's sky ... where the desires of us ... it's the crazy job ... that will be ... for our crazy love ...
tonight sweetheart ... trust me ... i will visit you ...
