I'm lying on my back now,
the stars look all too near.
Flowers on the razor wire,
I know you're here.
We are few and far between.
I was thinking about her skin.
Love is a many splintered thing.
Don't be afraid now.
Just walk on me.
Flowers on the razor wire.
Her eyes were cold red.
Her voice was cold blue.
I see no purple light crashing out of you,
so just walk on me.
Flowers on the razor wire.
She's up in the hallway.
I heard them scratching at the door.
I tried to tell her about Marx and Engels,
God and angels.
I don't really know what for,
but she looked good in ruins.
So just walk on in!
So just walk on in!
Love is a many splintered thing.
It's like a red, red, red, red ribbon.
Just walk on in.
Into me!
Just walk on me.
Just walk on me.
Just walk on me.
Just walk on me.
Just walk on me.
There's no comforting
it anymore.
As long as you're here.
I'm just walking on the wind.
I'm just walking on the wind.
I'm just walking
on the wind.
I'm just walking on the wind.
Incoming!
Just walk on me.
Just walk on me.
Incoming!
Incoming!
Just walk on me.
Just walk on me.