Dark room,
Pale face...

She opens her eyes,
Weak from the embrace...

Swirling, twirling, flashing lights,
Penetrate the cold wet night...

I can feel the fear,
Gripping like a snake...

Dying girl,
Empty heart...

Somewhere, in my wildest dreams,
In my deepest fantasies...

Imagine a world that is so hot and bothered,
The flowers turn limp and trees become smothered...

Don’t let me die,
Drowning in this pool of blood...

You phoned me last night,
When you got home...

I’m not the same,
But for you I’ll pretend...

‘Twas a dark and gloomy evening,
That night in ’43...

Hey girl,
You are so selfish...