When my love comes down won't it meet you
When my love comes down won't it meet you again
Your mouth is a hologram made of spiders bones
Your fingers little soldiers drumming on their way back home
I thought I saw a thundercloud on the avenue
Lightning rattled though the streets that little storm was you
When my love comes down won't it meet you
When my love comes down won't it meet you again
Your skin is like the falling snow, your hair is like the rising sun
Your tongue is like Kalashnikov or some other foreign gun
I see you standing there way down upon the street
You're marching victorious with your banners of defeat
O when my love comes down won't it meet you
O when my love comes down won't it meet you again
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