Pink lace paving her face
White wash sheets sopping the sobs of st. valentines blood from her embrace
White wash sheets sopping the sobs of st. valentines blood from her embrace
Smashing young man ploughing intention deficits through her hair
A hit and run
The terror, the truck, the techno-logic that turned her to crumbs
She goes so limp, biting tongues with rag dollar slices of love
He burns the tired traces of tell-tale hearts
You can tell when theyve stopped
I cant fucking take it off Im already naked now.
With hands on my face i watch her go and wait for the day to bring forth the sky
I can not picture any other way
Either way I love you
Smashing young man ploughing intention deficits through her hair
A hit and run
The terror, the truck, the techno-logic that turned her to crumbs
With hands on my face i watch her go and wash her away
As tears unfold and fears are erased i watch her go
And wait for the day to bring forth the sky i can not picture any other way
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