Gone are the days of the irovy towersButterfly kisses and analog flowersWandering eyes watching over the treesScreaming internally
There you areWith those jezabelle eyesThere you areNot a cloud in your skiesThere you areAt a hundred degreesSinging diamonds and rosesAnd everythings goldenBut that doesn't matter to me
Loveletters written with programmed affectionPoisonous whispers and data collectionThe garden of eden Guantanamo bayHanging on holy days
There you areWith those jezabelle eyesThere you areNot a cloud in your skiesThere you areAt a hundred degreesSinging diamonds and rosesAnd everythings goldenBut that doesn't matter to me
Oh who was ITo twist the knifeOut in the darknessWith my alibi
There you areWith those jezabelle eyesThere you areNot a cloud in your skiesThere you areAt a hundred degreesSinging diamonds and rosesAnd everythings goldenBut that doesn't matter to me