Candle constellations Talking electricity An avalanche of stars Falls on me. Our kiss goes supernova A black holes embrace A honey-ink-well- drowning-pool Split the atoms of our trace. Oh yeah. This is no sad song. I swam a slow ocean Rode a thick river Kept company That made my mother shiver. I drove a roller coaster On a fall from grace I walked a bad walk On a bad stair case. Oh yeah. This is no sad song. Here comes the rush of sugar splinters The hiss and spit of dying cinders. Here comes the crush of sugar splinters Bringing all the cold of winter. I stood in the sky. With my sister Hurricane 100 tons of night Ceased to exist when she came. Welcome the kiss of sugar splinters The sting of frozen candied kisses Here comes the crush of sugar splinters Formaldehyde's milky way lingers 1,000,000 sugar coated fingers I know you. You k**ed my sister. AND A PAIN OF PANORAMIC PROPORTIONS CAME! With my sister Hurricane.