Slain by your zirconium smile, I was slain by your olivine eyes Slain, I was lying in piles, hoping shovels would cast me Furnaces burn everlasting, black tattoos of you onto me Furnaces burn everlasting, black tattoos Burn, brand my memory, black, a tattoo of you Wash me with your mouth, brackish bright water from your eyes A homing pigeon fly, to hover by your window, white and shy A homing pigeon fly, to hover by Spill my ashes to the wind, ghosts can gather what they've found Ghosts can gather what they've found With white spider stars coming down, and night blowing black from the ground Thanks for watching!
