Siouxsie And The Banshees

The Body is wrapped is shadow
the face is built of cinders
and painc tears thro' your silhouette
as your squeezed by burning fingers
and he's crackling in our colours
with teeth of gelignite
when he sighs his song and pirouettes
thro'a dance of dynamite
We are fireworks – slowly, glowing
bold and bright
We are fireworks – burning shapes
into the night