Hit By A Cement Mixer

Pink lace paving her face
White wash sheets sopping the sobs of st. valentines blood from her embrace

Smashing young man ploughing intention deficits through her hair
A hit and run
The terror, the truck, the techno-logic that turned her to crumbs

She goes so limp, biting tongues with rag dollar slices of love
He burns the tired traces of tell-tale hearts
You can tell when theyve stopped
I cant fucking take it off Im already naked now.

With hands on my face i watch her go and wait for the day to bring forth the sky
I can not picture any other way
Either way I love you

Smashing young man ploughing intention deficits through her hair
A hit and run
The terror, the truck, the techno-logic that turned her to crumbs

With hands on my face i watch her go and wash her away
As tears unfold and fears are erased i watch her go
And wait for the day to bring forth the sky i can not picture any other way