Staring into the Sun

A liquid noose around your neck A Zippo lighter Born boring I haven't had a minute to breathe Christ, don't we have a requisite number of heartbeats? Sunshine outside the clinic was baffling Gold on the hood Slipped something into your pocket I'd save you if I could Memories contagious We're staring into the sun You charge in blind Burned by love light You are not a pacifist You are not kneeling You are the strangest Stranger I've ever seen You are not a pacifist You are not kneeling You are the strangest Stranger I've ever seen Midnight mass in the winter ash of California Little Tijuana in the Santa Ana's You beautiful thing You're staring into the sun And beautiful you You're staring into the sun