Boy, you've been staring some...

consumed in the science of the dark."

I was following the light

from the crimson ghost on your arm.

She said "There must be someone sitting at home

waiting for you miserably."



Well there's not,

but there was.

She was always down on me.

I used to think it was gravity...

now I'm pretty sure it's self-esteem.

It still doesn't bother me.



Entirely in the silence of the dark

she said, "I don't even think that

Danzig is that cool anymore..."

So there she stood half naked

but not the half that gets men dreaming.

And she talked about love

and the current state of the scene:

"I heard it's not as good as it used to be.

But we can always smoke out the room and see

how many shapes can we twist in the fog...

Let's stay up late talking about God

and those we've loved before

until we pass out and dream about war