Love Kills - Radio Birdman

She smokes long cigarettes

Ashes on her jeans

Came out of Chicago

Looking cold and mean

She said nothing’s there

Nothing left to try

Drinking down at the old Town Bar

I told her when I lied

First out to her sister’s place

Out on Island Park Drive

Love kills your mind

Love kills your time

Love kills the film on your eyes

Sinkin in her grey eyes

Singin 'We Will Fall'

Starin out the hotel window

At the pictures in the hall

Drivin out to Detroit Metro

The snow drivin on the wind

The sky was grey and white

The road was to the end

Ice was flyin through my eyes

My heart was cold as sin

Love kills your time

Love kills your mind

Love kills the film on your eyes