La lumière de la rue

A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky Rabbit howls like something old
As we twitch to a lullaby The scapel shines in god's sunshine
The Street lights whisper pain
Down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane.

She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair with blood on her hands
into the sun she stares She feels it die I heard her cry
I heard her cry
like the scream of the butterfly

Sunshine in the house of flames she loves it where she gets it
but it's never felt the same surgery, in the house of dissection
when your candle burns out..I'll resurrect you
she runs through fields of daisies
yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
Who cares cause the air is free
when you get there will you kiss the dead for me?

there's blood on the moon and the summer is cold
there's love in the room but baby that's getting old
there's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore
A highway of emptiness and I'm getting bored

There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape
The goddess in bloom handcuffed and raped
There's blood in the bathtub baby murder the king
there's blood on the moon there's blood on just about everything

Something cold is forced inside her a tear spills down her cheek
stillborn songs of a dead dreamer hymns of a needle freak

With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care
her dreams are liquid blue
I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you