I want to fist fight the night
Over an ideal.
It can be love, truth or beauty;
as long as it’s wearing a trilby.
Youth burns, and claws while it dies.
Yet, laughing, or crying in some style,
you and I flick sparks into a valley of beautiful amber.
Love me and let me go before reality eats me alive.
But first, let’s fuck like we love each other.
Fuck like no one’s ever thought of it before.
Fuck till we scar each other.
Fuck so we can’t remember when our skin didn’t burn so much,
From the sun, or a greedy touch.