There's something about the scent of gasoline;
Its an addiction to the crime scene
The way the light seems to shine on everything right before the sirens sound
We've been through this before, and this is textbook manipulation
But darling, I've heard more convincing excuses from red hands
"It's been a long night" she said before I hit the lights
This is passion where you least expect it; a kind of beauty A sickening concern
I've fallen into the open arms of a stretcher from a second story window
Someone once said that love overcomes all things That someone didn't know you