Black asphalt burns
Warm red hearts
Sitting, sizzling in the sun
Listening to traffic
Singing to passers by
All about death
And love
When will they hear
Our howling under the moon
Shallow in their holes
Half covered in earth
Black asphalt burns
Warm red hearts
Sitting, sizzling in the sun
Listening to traffic
Singing to passers by
All about death
And love
When will they hear
Our howling under the moon
Shallow in their holes
Half covered in earth