I want you and you want my head on a spike
On a silver tray, in a morgue attached to a frozen body
How dearly we pay for our love
We jump around notes and duck when the marble gun fires
It’s hard to be in love past the great shift
Who wants to see us in ruins?
I’ll turn to sand if it suits you
I’ll let my mind wander if it’s wandering to you
In my dreams when Judith beheads me
I’ll pose till you get the picture you want
The red, the black, the mood, the blood and the sacrifice