A kiss goodnight from sweet Turkish delight and a sunburn stripe, My last taste of summer shirtless in bed, a September breeze and the grateful dead, And the blood dries on my arm. A short bus ride to a different side of town, I pull my skirt down. Thick cat eyes and green glitter bright, you're surprised it lasts the night.
And the blood dries on my arm. I can't quite articulate what I've come here for and it's getting late, sharing yourself is a risk we take, sharing yourself is a risk we take. And the blood dries on my arm."