The Last Night | work in progress

Woman, if you knew
the things I have done
you'd say that's him over there,
kill him, burn him
If you knew how I've thought about you
maybe you'd say we are nothing...
And your dark eyes are always there
I love them like stars
hanging from the face of death.
There are strange fires burning
lighting the way back,
there's a heart on the highway
with a starving dog's passion
and mine, offered to the ground
that tells me:
breath the cold night air
and understand the years on your face...