San Souci

I would like to take you outside

And stare into your ornery eyes

Gallop cross the field where we'll lie

And stare up at the great white blinding sky

We'll stare up at the great white blinding sky

And we'll go before the gods to all the places they have warned us from

And stare up at their faces from the arms of those that warmed us

You are looking at a time of which will never come

You are looking at a time of which will never come

Catacombs and dandelion wine

The splintered wood of the abandoned pine

Blue hills our departure draws nigh

Am I as sick of you as you are of I?

Am I as sick of you as you are of I?

And we'll go before the gods to all the places they have warned us from

And stare up at their faces from the arms of those that warmed us

You are looking at a time of which will never come

You are looking at a time of which will never come

I would like to take you outside and stick a fork right through your fucking thigh

I'll stick a fork right through your fucking thigh