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

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