|
|
Under cover of rain
In the whites of the skies
Say it loud, say it plain
Before everything dies
In the absence of light
Even memory steals
Steals away into night
Upon vertigo wheels
'Neath the skeleton trees
Into shadows we spin
That?s the moment we know
The trouble we're in
In the blue plasma flash
With your cheeks powdered pale
Ride the thunderbolt crash
With the wind for a veil
When we stand in the clear
With electrified skin
That?s the moment we know
The trouble we're in
|
|
|
|
|