Ask around, It's Candy's last day. Pills in her pockets, There's a smile on her face Now and then her eyes glaze & she waves. See her cry But not very hard A short stab of something Slips under her guard And blocks the sound of pa**ing cars And stops the wound-up stars. Candy's kiss is a red weal Slow slip & sweet spill Candy's eyes are islands but her hands are gulls & can't be still Candy's eyes are islands In a rising tide. All ships that sail on her seas & all planes that fly Sink below the surface, Fall down from the sky Candy's kiss is a red weal Slow slip & sweet spill Candy's eyes are islands but her hands are gulls & can't be still & fly away On Candy's last day.