Tomorrow, you asked me to be your muse,
I gently caressed and blew your fuse.
So come with me into the dark,
A warning: I will break the spark.
Pick my brain and braid my hair,
I’ll return the favour: lay you bare.
We’ll play your harmonica until it bleeds,
Into our black hearts, where monsters feed.
So bring a seed onto our bus,
we’ll grow it with our loving cuts.