Texty: Crimea (The). Tragedy Rocks. Opposite Ends.

Done something real bad this time
Practically signed my own death warrant
She was staring right at me
Burning my eyelashes
I was sweating like a virgin on death row
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub
Neither overjoyed to be out of love
Takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day
I was the black cloud
She was the bright day

Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?

You and I and not the screaming animals
with yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends

You look so good I want to see
hundreds and thousands of you
Crawling through the desert
like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles
Our brains leave their skulls
Walk the tightrope of our
rabbit in the headlight stares
Melting together like pink and white marshmallows
Yeah I was a fool and yes you were a fool
But who can name a penny
that has not been in the pocket of a fool

Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?

You and I and not the screaming
animals with yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
When we wake up in the morning
both at opposite ends