Slain by your zirconium smile
I was slain by your olivine eyes
Slain, I was lying in piles
Hoping shovels would cast me in

Furnaces burn everlasting
Black tattoos of you on to me
Furnaces burn everlasting
Black tattoos

Burn, brand my memory
Black tattoo of you
Wash me with your mouth
Blackish bright water from your eyes

Homing pigeon fly
To hover by your window white and shy
Homing pigeon fly
To hover by

Spill my ashes to the wind
Ghosts gather what they found
(Ghosts can gather what they found)

Now we can struggle in the web
We can struggle
With white spider stars coming down
And night blowing black from the ground

With white spider stars coming down
And night blowing black from the ground