Pink lace paving her face
White wash sheets sopping the sobs of st. valentines blood from her embrace
Smashing young man
Ploughing intention deficits through her hair
A hit and run
The terror, the truck, the techno-logic that turned her to crumbs
She goes so limp
Biting tongues with rag dollar slices of love
He burns the tired
Traces of tell-tale hearts you can tell when theyve stopped
I can't f**ing take it off Im already naked now
With hands on my face
I watch her go
And wait for the day
To bring forth the sky
I can not picture any other way
Either way I love you
With hands on my face
I watch her go
And wash her away
As tears unfold
And fears are erased
I watch her go
And wait for the day
To bring forth the sky
I can not picture any other way