Girl, what a curse we have love. What a reverse Pavlov
When I drool you ring a bell and sing, and yell
And grieve for what lovers believe
Then your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow
And the whispered scream that follows is sublime
Girl, you declaim out of dust
Summon beauty you must
Play your way out of plague, pied piper
Draw down your rage and d**hlust
And unslave the blind sniper
Still your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow
And the whispered scream that follows is divine
Girl, you're the promise of light
Emancipating the night
From a course of dark dereliction, girl
If it's true that you lived then the devil is fiction
Still your eyes eclipse and lips collapse to sorrow
And the whispered scream that follows is divine
Now our lids collapse like flytraps wracked with sorrow
And our screaming whispers hollow our divide