Look out below the hurricane comes near. The water's all poison and they're showing their teeth. So is that your baby, oh my my your darling?. Well didn't she hear the sirens and the storm bell's warning?.
Start up the car.... Bury your memories.... Call on your lovers. Speaking slow and heavy. Call up your boyfriends. From out by the ocean. While I get my last rites.
Watch me slide over here. Feel me breathe over there. I seen a ghost in our willow. Must've lost his lover somewhere. I been around a few times. Never caught a fever like you.
I guess the moon it had it out for us. And the night and the stars the same. Everything she touched turned to stone or died eventually. Or was never seen the same again.
I met you in the upper room. Of a house where I slept with the angels. From hell and from heaven. Some for haunting, some for guarding. Each to his own purpose over my trembling skin.
I've been known to wear a fine black suit and a murder of a tie. I've got miles on my shoes that your brothers can't buy. I've got more than your man, more than even what he wants.
Pour yourself a drink. I'll sing you a song. Don't worry about the money, honey. I got a tab a mile long. Bathe me up in light. Call me when you drown.
I drive this car through the city every night. There's a quiet I never heard before. And lonely, my sister could not describe. All the good things gone wrong.
My first love was an arsonist. Black eyes, deep set and avarice. Red lips built like a tomb. You'll never get out of this (some day I'll see to this).
My love, my love, you're the sting of the scorpion. Consider, now, the angels, a little lower than you. And they twist and they turn, and they hold their breath 'til it's blue.
I'm in love with the night. Every breath of this house creaking. I'm familiar with the cold and the windows and the doors. And the sound of my heart beating.