The Happy Dead Virgin Prunes

So black
Tell a sin
Your cold back
Feels my touch
Secrets that you keep
So cold

Wait for me
Touch
Sleepy
It's hot in here
Cold sky
Red sun
Body's falling
Crying
Wait for you
'Til no time exists
'Til no time returns
'Til black
'Til white

'Til girl in the dark
Eating dirt
Picking flowers
Your eyes blue
Cold
Cold outside
Cold outside
It's warm between our teeth