Blood runs like your makeup In this slow motion dream Your blue jeans are torn And there's blood on the leaves
Seen you in my dreams Of love and falling bombs Young roses lie dead When the napalm smell is gone
I'm sleepwalking through cities of fire Bikini atoll, napalm honey Never burned so bright Exploding roman candles tonight Those tears remind me of nuclear rain When the fireflies went to their grave There's blood on this sad girl's white t-shirt Coming home from war was never fun
I'm sleepwalking through cities of surf Waves exploding on shore, no fair game Fifteen tanned boys weeping in the sand Pacific hell and bloodstained oceans My sweetheart I never saw again She went missing, she never came back Bombs fell on palm trees and hot rod cars Radios silenced by grieving boys
The palm trees burning down And your kisses are wild You smile at orange skies And I wake up on the west sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
