Calico nymph looking at me with a gun in your hand.
Your eyes still and smile warm.
Where you gonna be tomorrow morn’.
Look me in the eyes, luckless lady
You gonna run for tomorrow
And remember to carry your matchsticks
You told me ‘thanks for the dance’.
What happened when you went up and ran?
I thought you were tired?
In your eyes lies the blue, in an infant fire.
In your hand lies clasped the gun.
Goes by the name Desire.