She moves through the black door She turns toward the desperate light With her breath like iodine With her filigree design She summons the fire from her hips Flamingo blood melts down her lips
But the light would not share her, From behind the bending mirror, pulling her within, Like a jealous twin. There was something in her eye Like a flawed alibi . . . I was just about to ask When she rips apart her mask
Refrain But me and my girl Chase the dragon's tail We double lock the room We innoculate the moon
And the light glows from below Tonight, Tonight She hears the soft drone, Like a pearly blade laid in silicone . . .
And the reservoir of sleep Slides through the morning tube Like a letter written in a dream That is answered much too soon
And she lays across the sofa like a gold stick pin Mascara draining down her specious grin, every notion's Loaded motion laced in BOMBAY GIN . . . and the serpent's Eyes are bursting as she bites into the skin
She leaves a trail of broken things: Knives . . . Lives . . . and wedding rings And the candle drips its light Across the fine silk floor
Someone screams for less Someone screams for more . . .
But the light would not share her From behind the bending mirror Pulling her within Like a jealous twin There was something in her eye Like a flawed alibi I was just about to ask, I swear, She ripped apart the mask
But me And my girl We chase the dragon's tail
We double lock the room We innoculate the moon
And the light Glows From down below . . . Tonight . . . Tonight