Goats on Fire -

When the morning comes

You and I will run, like goats on fire

fire breathes from the blackened pyre

You in your white bridal veil

holding a molotov cocktail

We’d be together again

We’d share the pain

If we ever get a merciful epitaph

We were hiding in the shadows of a ruined old photograph

Here lies the ruins of the great placaters

the unintentional logic decimators

When tomorrow comes

We’ll see the midnight sun

We’ll see it together

And those reflections that last forever and ever

Me in my uncorrupted suit

Inside a house of ill repute

This could go anyway

But let’s go in anyway

If we ever get a merciful epitaph

We were hiding in the shadows of a ruined old photograph

Here lies the ruins of the great placaters

the unintentional logic decimators