Do your flirting in my other ear

A vague little clue as to how you feel

But where will you be when the lights go out?



(Digging up bones that reveal what you're all about)



Before I touch you I would like to think

Of black hair and butterfly milk

Ingredients of your gift



Did you know that angels go to war

And that it's you that they're killin' for?

So where will you be when the lights go out?



(Banging my drums with your bones as you scream and shout)



Before I touch you I would like to think

Of black hair and butterfly milk

Ingredients of your gift