All our hearts are stained
And every love is tainted
And over every red hole
A black door is painted
You would take colors all away
If it was in your power
And cut a hole
To mar your skin
And shit on every flower

Make it good
Make it silly
Make it lessened by the dark
Make it come
Onto her face
And make it not an evil mark

Laugh about it
We sing in a tradition
After all, it's song
It is not an action
Only the singing is deed
And the listening complicit
You'll die in the dark with me
And we'll sing for the sun's visit