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-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
Get on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belong
Get on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belong
Get on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belong
Get on
The bomb
