What will it matter then

when the sky's not blue but blazingred

the fact that I simply love you



when all our dreams lay deformed and dead

we'll be two radio-active dancers

spinning in different directions

and my love for you will be reduced to power



the screams will perform louder and louder

your marble flesh will soon be raw and burning

and kissing will reduce my lips to a pulp



hideous creatures will return from the underground

and the fact that I love you

will die



you don't have to sleep to see nightmares

just hold me close

then closer still

and you'll feel the probabilities pulling us apart