Pretty Girls Make Graves - Wildcat lyrics

Violet It bleeds purple behind lucid eyes Negatives flash reverse of real life Promises made with India ink Bit your lip there's a flush in your cheeks Hold it Mercury pir of travellers and thieves Grant us speed, wisdom, and winged feet Flying through the night Thunderbolt blinding temporary Born of foam, we ride through moon coloured streets There's lightening in our hair Wildcat Turn the volume turn the tone Wildcat I'm in stereo Pull me close; tell it will always feel so right In the cold chill of a crisp October night Can you take a moment turn it infinite? Tell me Love is eternal