Two Critters

the world ends in waves of dead roses

there are not enough tears to clear those waters again

the wreckage of our old house is carried out to sea

the mercy of heaven could come in the form of fresh rain

and bring that garden back to you and me

the crimson sky points our faults

all the love we thought was pure was left to rot

my blood in your blood was doom

we were two innocent demons in that room

the world ends in flames of cheap wine

we drink the last drop in honor of our pleasure

but in that wine there were no virtuous grapes

hold on tight so we don’t lose our treasure

young promises of love recorded on old tapes

the crimson sky points our faults

all the love we thought was pure was left to rot

my blood in your blood was doom

we were two innocent demons in that room

the world ends in sinful whispers from our hearts

your white nacre breasts are my sun and my moon

I guide you through the darkness on the trail of my skin

afraid that all this twisted dream will end too soonG

od, what we call passion they name sin!