Your tragic lips could pass for gold
I'd trade them for your purple soul
And she and I would become one
And fly to burn within the sun.
oh perfect dreams avoid my sight
unless you are there in the night
to reject signs and broadcast love
I hold you in a place above.
My arms could break in sockets weak
and shattered bones, and spine that creaks,
as long as I could have the chance
to hold you tight, embrace the dance.
But you are dead, just like the world
You're made of stars, beautiful girl.
So as I write my naïve love,
I will await the promise of
your soul to keep in liar's palm
but that is why I wrote this song.