I roam the streets with my bottle of giggles
Roses in the air of night
I’m desperately searching for love again
Seven years in counting
Artists bore me
And singers make me sad
I need something to believe in
The rain comes softly
And I let it water the garden of my crown
I kiss the moon good night hoping
There in the middle of it all
The sun won’t find out
The night is for the sacred and secret
When did the hollows swallow me alive
I’m spinning dreadfully in the universe
And my car is somewhere on Mars
I use to cry at the thought of dying
The most romantic parting of our time
In the morning I’ll wish for the sun or a saviour
In the evening another bottle of roses and giggles
I’m wishing for chaos theory to hold me
But here you are flying in like an archer
Destined to give me a fatal kiss
Thanking the fate of all the forces
That sent me tumbling through this city
-v.