When the make up comes off,
The lyrics lose their tone.
The two lovers end their honeymoon too soon.

Twins,
Splash in puddles,
As their mother tries to kill the silence.

You are the Holy terror.
And I am so young to have a body guard.
Why did you paint the white flowers pink?


Catch me,
I'm over in the lagoon.
This country was never free.

None of these darts hit the bull in the eye.
Maybe it's time to start writing my will,
This life doesn't seem to be giving me much thrill.