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 lovers breath

in knowing this was meant to be the last

a go-go-kids, a go-go-style

a suck suck kiss, a 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