Pink Bullets (2023 Remaster)

I was just bony hands

As cold as a winter pole

You held a warm stone out

New flowing blood to hold

Oh, what a contrast you were

To the brutes in the halls

My timid young fingers held

A decent animal

Over the ramparts, you tossed

The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

Tied to a brick, sweet as a song

The years have been short but the days were long

Cool of a temperate breeze

From dark skies to wet grass

We fell in a field, it seems now

A thousand summers passed

When our kite lines first crossed

We tied 'em into knots

But to finally fly apart

We had to cut them off

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse

So you understand less as the pages turn

Or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast

That even I could be the star

I don't look back much as a rule

And all this way before murder was cool

But your memory is here and I'd like it to stay

Warm light, on a winter's day

Over the ramparts, you tossed

The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

Tied to a brick, sweet as a song

The years have seemed short but the days go slowly by

Two loose kites fallen from the sky

Drawn to the ground in an end to flight