dark, sweet sweet, cold green hello
beat back, back beat plays all alone
we dance, our memories get shot
from a looking-glass gun into an hourglass heart.
holding phones but not alone
we drop this trip downtown
whispers like a megaphone
there isn't anyone around.
i really like lions,
the way the hair gets brown
i really like the blade, good saint,
until it cuts too fine for me to choke down.
so i shatter this song,
or i try,
climb the ladder of your cigarette traces
until i hit the sky
keep on going, see the day calling
you can go back,
but don't look down till you're falling
so i watch, so i look,
so i never give up
we dance, we dance,
it's a memory trance
when the sky goes out,
there's a signal of spite
i'll follow it to you,
make a left, make a right
dark, sweet sweet, bittersweet hello
a shower of sound then to bed we go
because the summer won't laugh
and the winter won't cry
until we kick this habit
and we kiss goodbye
i really like tigers, with their smooth tight charms
i really like to watch your face in the rose parade when we depart/link arms
i really like tigers, with their smooth tight charms
i really like to watch your face bittersweet with grace when we depart/link arms
