I want to be your lover
Wipe your lipstick across my mirror
Your skin across my skin
Your hand on my hips
My neck on your lips
To the backbone
Where the broken glass has been lying
Next to my heart
Where the broken glass has been lying
Next to my heart, to my conscience
Where the broken glass has been
Next to my heart, to my conscience, to my faith
Your flesh against mine
You fletch your teeth,
I'll fletch mine
Up the staircase
Despair case
Take care, don't hurt yourself
Take care, don't hurt myself