Why?
Did you let me run
when you knew I'd fall
for the gaping hole
where a heart should be

Liar!
Couldn't cut me
deeper with a knife
if you tried
Just take a look
before you run off
and hide
at your victim
arise...

Clouds on your shoulder...
Aren't they grazed by the afterglow?
How quiet they gather
when the storm's about to blow...

No don't look away...
caught in the crossfire and it
ain't no wind of change
I'm talking of crime and passions rage...

Summer of madness
or the undertow
drag me up an alley
for the blossoming fire
on a stranger's smile...

Bride of wire!
How disguise so easily cracked!
Saw your heart turn spade--
this orchid's turned to black...

Graze on your shoulder...
Like the clouds in the afterglow...
How quiet they gather
when the storm's about to blow...

Clouds on your shoulder...
in the haze of the afterglow...
stranded together
and the storm's about to blow...