You wanted more than paradise
For gunfire light to take you by soul
Fill you high, bleed and redeem you 'til whole
And, oh, I can't bear to see her go
He's taking hold, it's all Friday nights, dead fish fries
And you hope that in due time your naked fright could be made hallowed
And, oh, I can't bear to see her go
Here she comes
Oh, and his heart it beat, beat, beats like a maniac drum
So go on, pagan one
And let rain your sunset gun