It's the 1960s and you kiss me on the lips
While your hands are holding me at the hips...
Breathe,
In and out...
A beautiful girl in a tragic world
Lifetime of pain her smile went cold...
Take the heart
Take it apart...
This little girl came to me
She started to cry...
I cut
I bleed...
She was 16 the day she died,
in disbelief her lover cried...
Your smile made the sunrise,
You eyes made the waves break...
A chill down her spine
The wind on her hair...
In the darkest hour
Of the darkest night...
Often intrigued by that treacherous path
Your victims are born from your perilous wrath...
I once knew someone
who always used to smoke...