Flechettes and Thorns

Draped in night Fire in your hair And the dream colors my iris This apnea we wear We're all sore Flesh weak and scorned Suffocate Flush it all away High tide Through flechettes and thorns Suffocate There's something in the way My eyes burn By a flashing traffic light A glowing ember and starry crown The blood drips down from your halo On to your dirty and torn night gown The moon is full and the stars are dim As I'm driving to see you again On a quiet and foggy night Down a road that knows no end Flesh weak and scorned Suffocate Flush it all away High tide Through flechettes and thorns Suffocate There's something in the way My eyes burn