Candy cane walks down to build a bonfire to break my fall.
My baby, my sweet thing, just maybe we could lose ourselves this time.
King of the horseflies,
Dark prince of death.
His tragic forces are heaven sent,
In sweet things,
In a lover's breath,
In knowing this was meant to be the last.
A go go go kids,
A go go go style.
A suck suck suck kiss,
A suck suck suck smile.
As always,
In young need,
A veiled promise to never die.
On dead highways, her black beauties roam for June angels,
So far from home for a love lost, a faded picture,
To tread lightning, to ink the lavender skies.
So get on the bomb,
Get back where you belong.