Who shot the bullet?. That killed the air tonight. Without a thought. Without a reason. Take a gun called hate up against your heart, and pull the trigger.
Shouldering the blame. Walking into frame. Like a lighted silhouette. Against a cotton sheet. Smothering the crease. . Tin can in hand. Waiting for God to come around.
Carbon copy aftertaste. The taste of lips so delicate. Stop the click and watch the room. Sitting pretty in full bloom. . Your stain on my fingers. Like a headache that the pills won't kill.
As the sun sets on battlefields. I hope you can save me. I hope you can save our wounded hearts. . Well distance makes my heart grow colder. (Creates an eternity).