The sun casts my shadow
in front of me...

It's left, my tears.
It's red, my little paper heart...

I look in the mirror,
a yellow chunky belt...

The bass beats pump through the air,
sending hearts a little higher...

Intricate stories of lustful love
are winding their spindly fingers...

It was dusk and we stole our kisses from the moths
that were chasing the last of daylight...

Our desires glow neon in the darkness
that keeps us safe and secret...