Wide eyes and corkscrew hair. Tied with lace you found somewhere. Hard gloss on lipstick smile. Wound up tight to spin for a while. . Black jeans with tortured seams.
She's got spiders inside her head. She's in danger she's easily led. She's on a mission from morning till night. She takes pictures with infra-red light.
By Dave Fenton. . I've seen it before. I know the score. . You're trying to be wild and carefree. You really can't take it no more. . I'm trying to think.
By Dave Fenton. . The moon is up. It's grey tonight. And the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears. A dead bright lesson from a million light years.