Hit by a Cement Mixer -

Pink lace paving her face

White wash sheets sopping the sobs of st.

valentines blood from her embrace

Smashing young man

Ploughing intention deficits through her hair

A hit and run

The terror, the truck, the techno-logic that turned her to crumbs

She goes so limp

Biting tongues with rag dollar slices of love

He burns the tired

Traces of tell-tale hearts you can tell when theyve stopped

I can’t fucking take it off Im already naked now

With hands on my face

I watch her go

And wait for the day

To bring forth the sky

I can not picture any other way

Either way I love you

With hands on my face

I watch her go

And wash her away

As tears unfold

And fears are erased

I watch her go

And wait for the day

To bring forth the sky

I can not picture any other way